Mary Beth Cross

Mary Beth Cross

 Denver, Colorado, USA
BandFolkAmericana

The music of Mary Beth Cross is acoustic folk y grass/Americana. Her stories are inspired by the beauty she finds in nature and the human spirit. The story of America is a story people coming from backgrounds of different beliefs, religions, heritage, and life choices. Mary Beth draws from stories of history that are relevant and inspiring.
Her music is uplifting and relaxing. Mary Beth's mission is to awaken others to overcome obstacles and to live their full potential.

Biography

Mary Beth's music is inspired by the beauty she finds in her rural Wisconsin upbringing and the Rocky Mountains, where she calls home. As a nurse she believes in music as a tool for wellness and has always found solace in the sounds of her guitar. When exposed to the open tunings of Joni Michell's music, she began experimenting with songwriting. Other influences include David Wilcox, Sarah McLachlan, Patty Larkin, Shawn Colvin, Nanci Griffith, and the open tunings found in the Celtic music of the British Isles. Her new found love of the banjo and roots music of Appalachia offer a vast array of new influences, including Claire Lynch Band, Donna Ulysses, Missy Raines, Della Mae, Sierra Hull, Laurie Lewis, Alison Krauss,along with Nickel Creek, music of David Grisman, the Kruger Brothers, Jayme Stone, Tim O'brien and many others.

Lyrics

Mother of Sons

Written By: Mary Beth Cross

Mother of Sons

I am a Mother of sons
Robust and fair with the wind in their hair
Smiles like the gift of the sun
streaming through storm clouds for everyone.
Eyes like the blue sky and shimmering sea
framed with long lashes as they look back at me.
Bruised by experience of those first tender years, those eyes brim with raindrop size crocodile tears.
I am the Mother of sons.

I am the Mother of sons
fragile of heart and able to break mine apart
with their banter, half truths, flip replies
Exert independence then rush back to find
Protection and safety from harm
they know that they'll find here in my arms
I am the Mother of Sons

We are the Mothers of sons
babies with desperate cries
fear in their eyes.
Preschoolers learning to be
all imagination lends them to see.
Proud boys with shoulders broad and car keys in hand
planning their futures, ready to stand
And we are the Mothers of sons
whose destiny will shape the future to be.
The composers, physicians, civil engineers, mechanics and artists and musicians in 20 years. We are the Mothers of sons.
You are the Mothers of sons whose blood spilled for freedom. Humble men, who fought for greater good, now honor the chasms of cultures misunderstood.
Men who place above acquisition or worth a burning desire for peace here on earth.
All from one moment of bliss
I swear I didn't sign up for this
but for all of the pain love can bring
I wouldn't change a thing.
We are the Mothers of sons whose destiny will shape the future to be
the Fathers, the teachers the farmers to feed
pilots and astronauts and the fighters of greed
Men who place above acquisition or worth a burning desire for peace here on earth
I am the Mother of sons, robust and fair with the wind in their hair.
Smiles like the gift of the sun
streaming through storm clouds for everyone
I am the Mother of sons

In My Right Mind

Written By: Mary Beth Cross

In my right mind I feel fine
I let go of all my troubles and the time
I lose myself in your warm, loving arms
and I'm at home in my right mind

I have a friend she paints pictures just for fun
she likes the way the light changes with the sun
for others music, dance or poetry
help them see possibility

When I turn my hed to the west
I'm reminded of a love like nothing else
In my right mind, I feel fine
I let go of all my troubles and the time
I lose myself in your warm, loving arms
and I'm at home in my right mind

We all have hopes and dreams still waiting to be filled
we have so much, yet unhappy we are still
it's hard to find contentment in the strife
we come to seek a better life

in my right mind I feel fine
I let go of all my troubles and the time
I lose myself in your warm loving arms
and I'm at home in my right mind

We cast our flies into the river of life
in hopes the rainbow of our dreams will arise
sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind
in my right mind

In my right mind, I feel fine
I let go of all my troubles and the time
I lose myself in your warm, loving arms
in my right mind I am....free!

Kiss You Goodnight

Written By: Mary Beth Cross

Sitting here in darkness, hang on borrowed time
I feel so cold and hollow trapped here in this mine
I'd give anything to hold you in my arms
tell you that I love you
never meant to bring you harm
how many nights have I laid my head to rest
praying to the lord the words my mamma said

don't let your anger
go down with the sun
always kiss the ones you love
before the day is done

Slammed the door in spite
the morning that I left
I know how you hate to fight
leaves you so depressed
I can't explain the darkness deep inside
that pushes me to punch those pretty
buttons you can't hide
how many nights have I laid my head to rest
praying to the lord the words my mamma said

don't let your anger
go down with the sun
always kiss the ones you love
before the day is done

wish I could kiss you goodnight
I should have kissed you goodnight
If I live to see the light of day
I promise I will change my ways and
kiss you goodnight

Every day grows longer
as hope turns to despair
it's hard to think tomorrow
with no light and little air
funny how the dark
brings with it clearer sight
that somehow through the grace of God
we will all survive
How many nights have I laid my head to rest
praying to the lord the words my mamma said

Don't let your anger go down with the sun
always kiss the ones you love before the day is done
wish I could kiss you goodnight
I want to kiss you goodnight
If I live to see the light of day
I promise I will change my ways and
kiss you goodnight
(a cappella)
If I live to see the light of day
I promise i have changed my ways
I'll kiss you goodnight

Feels Like Home

Written By: Mary Beth Cross

I'll always be longing for you, come what may
I promise my heart will be true, blue skies or rain
Wherever we roam it feels like home with you

Sipping' cafe' au lait in Chamomix
And Morroco, how I loved their mint tea
A run in Aspen at the break of dawn
life is more complete since you came along

I'll always be longing for you, come what may
I promise my heart will be true, blue skies or rain
Wherever we roam it feels like home with you

No matter how close or far
seems we're always too far apart
Maybe heaven is a place of mind
Where I'll be happy away from your arms
Long after I'm gone, I'll still belong to you

As I look into your eyes of gray
I will always remember the way
You smiled at me as we said I do
We're gonna make all our dreams come true

I'll always be longing for you come what may
I promise my heart will be true, blue skies or rain.
Wherever we go I'll always be home with you
I'll always be longing for you

Banjo Man

Written By: Mary Beth Cross

Her name was Phyllis Wheately
From Africa she came
They car tired her and thousands more
and shackled them in chains
To work the fields of the Americas
West Indies sugar cane
They called for her and other girls
But never used their names

Through the darkened depths
There rose a lovely melody
The banjo man cut through it all
as he made his banjo ring
They never broke her spirit
Though they certainly did try
She kept her pride, her hope and joy
Tucked with his tune deep inside

I will bend, but I will not break
I will shake these chains of blues away
I know the moment my heart was
Finally freed the night I found the banjo man
And I heard his banjo ring

One Christmas eve she Walked the streets
A slave she was no more
When something on display caught her
Eye inside the store
She asked the man to take it down
And she heard the melody
Of the tune she carried for so long
In her memory
Repeat Chorusx2

Stories Never Told

Written By: Mary Beth Cross

Stories Never Told By Mary Beth Cross © 2013

1. In the Gold Rush days of Ketchikan
Where the salmon jump the creek
Fishnet stockings torn, heels and skirts
At Dolly’s house (those ladies aim to) please

2. He came down from a Klondike mine
Dressed head to toe in dust and grime
Hungry, thirsty, chilled like stone
He knows he’ll spend all that he brought home

Chorus:

Two bucks for warmth and comfort
(Whiskey costs a little more)
They serve as long as he has gold
And listen to his stories, (never told)

3. His stash of gold ran short one night
Walkin’ home he vowed to make things right
But he met with a bullet to his head
On the dirt trail through the woods
The next day found him dead

Chorus:

2 bucks for warmth and comfort
Whiskey costs a little more
They serve as long as he has gold

And listen to his stories never told (those stories never told)

Bridge:
The die is cast, dreams set aside
She reads the look in his eyes
History books show no names
They die alone, no one to blame

Liza Jane

Written By: Mary Beth Cross

Liza Jane By Mary Beth Cross ©

1. Name is Clara Brown
Got my head held high
Two feet on the ground
I lost my family
They sold my babies right out from under me

2. Now I’m Free
But they say I have to leave behind Ol’ Kentucky
Heading west I’ll cook and clean
On a wagon train to Cherry Creek

Chorus:
I Don’t ask why
If it takes my whole life
I swear before I die
I’m gonna find
My ‘Liza Jane

3. I did Washin’ for the miners (minas)
In Clear Creek County
Saved the gold
Left in the pockets of the trousa’s I’d wash and fold
I owned land in Central City
Gave colored folk a start when it wasn’t easy
At the end of the civil war
I went back East and helped (a plenty) more

Chorus:

I don’t ask Why
If it takes my whole life
I swear before I die
I’m gonna find
My ‘Liza Jane

4. At the age of 82
I found Eliza Brewer
My dream come true
She came to Denver to live with me
Spent my final days with Eliza and my grandbaby

Discography

Laughing Through Tears
The Enchanted Highway
In My Right Mind
"Beyond Good and Evil" January 2013

Set List

Kiss You Goodnight
Barbed Wire Boys
Stories Never Told
Mother Nature's Son
The Fox
Carolina
The Dimming Of The Day

In My Right Mind
Before I Go
Summertime/ Pas De Deux/Moondance
Seminole Wind
Liza Jane
Won't Be Long
Land of the Midnight Sun
Feels Like Home
Cherokee Shuffle
That's When I like You Best
Our Love is Here To Stay

Typically, my set is 1 1/2 hours long and a combination of folk, roots,Gospel,
original and cover tunes