Uploaded on Jul 17, 2011
Remember Ann, the climbing trees
Hand over hand, the summer breeze
The sky it seemed was all around
Clouds fed our dreams
Till we came down.
All day cicadas whirred and whined
There was no rule, no need for time
Nothing came between us then
Just me and you, the best of friends.
Remember John, the back road rides
I held on tight, the world flew by
Around the curves and over hills
I trusted you, I always will.
The blinking sun through trees streamed down
Wind whipped my face, my cheeks burned brown
We spread a quilt upon the ground
And stared together at the sky.
Remember God, you were right here
Before they made you disappear
when nights were short and days were long
and all right words made up my songs
And now I grasp for trees and sky
Can't reach the branches, clouds too high
Around the curves, still clinging tight
My days are short, so long the nights
But there's the sun still blazing down
And here's a quilt upon the ground.
And through the branches I still see
And sometimes right words come to me.
And still, above... the sky.
And still, above....the sky.
For Ann, for John, and for a fallen oak.
Rough sketch of a song...
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