Marc Jonathan Haney


When I was a sixth grade teacher, near the end of each year I would write a song for my class and perform it for them on the last day of school. This is the song I wrote for the class of 1996-'97. 


This Song’s for You


You never know what you might be missin’

So you’ve got to learn to stop and listen

For the lies of the serpent

And the truth of the dove

And deep in your heart

For the echoes of love


This song’s for you

You can sing it if you’re ever sad or lonely

This song’s for you I know

‘Cause I wrote it when I had you on my mind

This song’s for you

I hope you learn it well and sing it often

There are too many hard hearts

In this cold, cold world

Go out and try to find 

The ones that you can soften


You’re not aware how good you look

When you’re smilin’

There’s a light in your eyes

That keeps the clouds far away

I’m glad that once or twice

I heard you laughin’

And of all the things I’ve told you

I hope you’ll still hear me say . . .


We never know just how long 

We’ll be together

So we’ve got to make the most

Of the time that we have

I’ll be your friend longer than

I’ll be your teacher

And you’ll always be close to me

Wherever I am  . . .


© 1998 Marc Jonathan Haney

Marc Jonathan Haney


The title of this song was inspired by what was most likely, a bit of misguided mischief resulting in some unintended damage to a  public fountain. In the small town where it occurred, it was perceived as the act of a vandal who apparently had no regard for community property and needed to be dealt with in a way that would send a strong message to other would-be vandals in the area. The song itself attempts to convey the message that one of the unfortunate lost treasures of childhood is the ability to see things for what they truly are. The good news is that lost treasures are sometimes found.  


Fountain of Youth


It’s bittersweet and sometimes troubled waters

That flow from the fountain of youth

It springs to life in our sons and daughters

We pray that one day they’ll see the truth


The truth we all need to live by

(it’s not just for the kids)

Every day of our lives

The truth we all need to live by

(as we’re given the chance)

To be children again


The closest thing we can compare to heaven

Is the beauty in the eyes of a child

They’re full of innocence and trust and wonder

Asking us to stop and play for awhile


But we’re grown up and too busy

(and they don’t understand)

We face the day to day grind

But in the eyes of the children

(we’re not gettin’ ahead)

We’re falling behind


I stopped to drink from that youthful fountain

And the water had turned salty with tears

In my reflection I saw a small child leaving

Wave good-bye and then disappear


© 1998 Marc Jonathan Haney

Marc Jonathan Haney


This was written for the sixth graders I had for the '97-'98 school year. The chorus begins with "You can't go back and do it over." Ironically, a couple of the students had to do exactly that!


Can’t Go Back


We’ll never be together again

The way we were this year

If there’s only one lesson 

That you’ve learned

I hope you’ll count each moment

Precious and dear


‘Cause you can’t go back and do it over

Time keeps on a-rollin’ down the line

Sad regrets for those who forget

To grab a sure thing 

When it looks you in the eye


You’ve changed so much

Since we first met

In so many ways

Be patient through the changes

That aren’t over yet

And at the same time

Don’t forget to seize the day   . . .


Who know how many

Precious moments we miss

While we worry ‘bout

Another place and time

Sufficient grace is dispensed

In the present tense

And I’ll be grateful

For the time I called you mine


© 1998 Marc Jonathan Haney

Marc Jonathan Haney
Lyrics by Jonathan Y. Haney/Music by Marc J. Haney


I discovered these words in a creative writing project that my son, in sixth grade at the time -I think, had been involved with. The fact that he chose not to use any names or specific places left room for the reader's imagination to create the pictures. The music seemed to fit very well with the imagery his words created in my mind. 


The Little Man


Lyrics: Jonathan Yngvi Haney  Music : Marc Jonathan Haney


Now hear the tale of the little man

Who lived among the hills

And as he strolled along

Followed him the sound of little bells

And as he walked about

The sunshine would come out


The people of the town

Love to watch him dance and play

And laughter filled the town

All throughout the day


One day the sky was gray

And the people thought “What a bore”

As they went into the hills

They found the little man no more

Grief and sorrow filled the day

And the sky turned a deeper gray


© 1998 Marc Jonathan Haney

Marc Jonathan Haney


I wrote this song when I was in college. I had been given an assignment to teach a phonics lesson to my classmates. Nobody had jumped at the opportunity to teach about the diphthong but I saw tremendous potential, so I did. And if ever there was a word that deserved its own bluesy, danceable song . . . that word is the delightful diphthong!


The Diphthong Delight


Well it’s one of those days

When nothin’ sounds new

You’re tired of always hearin’

A, E, I, O & U

You’re listenin’ for a new sound

To get ya’ feelin’ right

It’s time to take a trip down

To the diphthong delight


The diphthong delight

Where the vowels get together

Almost every night

The diphthong delight

They dance so close together that

They just seem to glide


Ow ow ow ow

Sometimes they make that sound

Woo woo woo woo

They can make that one too

Boy boy boy oh boy

That’s another diphthong noise

I know there are more

But you’ve got to go there

For yourself to be sure . . .


© 1998 Marc Jonathan Haney

Marc Jonathan Haney


1993-'94 was my second year of teaching and my first year to teach sixth grade. It was a delightful group of students and one of the things that I noticed - about several of the boys especially, was their optimistic certainty about their own future. There was never a question of being talented enough to play professional sports. The only problem was going to be deciding which sport to choose. Unless names were changed along the way, there must have been a third career option they hadn't discussed in sixth grade. Still, I'm glad to have known these kids when they were small and their dreams were big. 


The Year We Had


I hope you don’t forget me

In the years down the road

‘Cause I’ll be there if you let me

When you’ve grown up and I’ve grown old


I’ll be interested in you

Both the good and the bad

And I won’t forget

The year we had


I’m so glad I got to know you

Now there’s a place you’ll always be

Have I been able to show you

You’re important to me? . . .


I can’t wait to see what happens

With your talents and your dreams

If you make it to the big time

Or don’t even make the team . . .


Someday I’ll hear you’re married

Maybe I’ll even meet your kids

We’ll spend some time together

And I can tell them ‘bout the things you did . . .


But summer’s come and

It’s time to move on

I’m just a little sad

But I won’t forget 

The year we had


© 1998 Marc Jonathan Haney

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. . . of the Alfred E. Newman Community College School of the Stoic and Apathetic Arts after it was discovered that I had paid my tuition with funds drawn on an interest bearing checking account.