Singer/Songwriter - Purveyor of Folk

Hank Roberts is a talented
musician born and raised in the Kansas City area, performing Folk selections
from the 60s and 70s by such notables as Gordan Lightfoot, Bob Dyan, Nanci
Griffith, Emmylou Harris and John Denver. He is also known for bringing back
some of the older roots of the Folk genre with songs by Woody Guthrie as well as
old traditional selections. Hank is a singer/songwriter with a distinct style of
his own which can be clearly heard on his four recordings, I See You,
Boundaries and Leave What’s Behind & There's A Limit. He is a regular performer at several Borders
Book Stores in the Kansas City area as well as the Sprint Campus in Overland
Park. He also performs for Churches and various events near his home in Adrian,
Missouri. Audiences always appreciate his performances, as the songs tend to
bring back memories of that wonderful Folk era when songs were simple, but the
message was direct.
He can be reached for bookings by email, hiddenmeadow@copper.net or by calling

Scroll down to see lyrics to some of my songs

Borders Books November 2008

Borders Books November 2008

Songs

There's A Limit
By Hank Roberts
Copyright 2009

Early in the morning I walked out to the sea
I saw the horizon far away, so far away
My eyes could reach no further than it’s meeting with the sky.
And beyond that point I couldn’t see, I couldn’t see, I was blind

There’s a limit to all that we can know
There’s a limit to what, what we can see
There’s a point where our eyes will fail to find
What is hidden by the sea, by the sea, oh yeah

I see a candle burning, burning ever down
I see a funeral marching ever marching on
I hear a drum a pounding a making of the time
And I know that I am loosing time, a fleeting life is mine.

Once upon a time you sang, songs of joy and glee
There never was one who could sing quite as well as thee
So where now is that voice of your’s why has it gone mute?
Where is now that laughing song which always came from you?

I swallow hard the facts, I swallow hard my pride
I think of how I too would sing of our seeming paradise
Where now dwells the wonders of the time we spent
Were those wonders wrapped in clothes of what we used to spend, and spend


Looking Through Your Eyes
By Hank Roberts
Copyright 2008

Take my hand and hold it, soft inside of yours,
Walk me down to the river to smell the morning shore.
I’ll feel the sunlight beaming, upon my weary brow,
Having you beside me, just helps me see somehow.

Looking through your eyes I can see our children run,
Looking through your eyes I see what can be done, with your love. Oh, with your love.

Walk beside me down, this my path of life,
Where darkened shadows hide what lies beyond my eyes.
I can feel with your heart, I can see with your eyes,
Speak to me so I can live inside your life.

Looking through your eyes I can see what we‘ve become,
Looking through your eyes I see what can be done, with your love. Oh, with your love.

Seeing ain’t believing that you are my love,
Loving ain’t for seeing what’s cherished from above.
Seeing ain’t believing that I can trust you,
Seeing will never make a love that’s true.

Now it’s time to leave you, fly to clearer skies,
Now it’s time to see the meaning of this life.
Hold me close in your arms, open up this rhyme,
Tell me what you see just one more precious time.

Looking through my eyes I can see the angels come,
Looking through my eyes I see what can be done, with your love. Oh, with your love.

Seeing ain’t believing, no, believing is seeing your love.
Seeing ain’t believing, no, believing is seeing your love.
Seeing ain’t believing, no, believing is seeing your love,
Your love, your love, your love.