Hopes and Little Jokes original song

Written played guitar and sang by my son. Click emusic to see the album.

I am the reader in the church.
I am the silver in the birch.
You talk of post then raid the past,
And set the record spinning fast.
A perfect cast across the stream
that flows through your recurring dream.

Save only hopes and little jokes and collapse the way.
That building collapsed the other day.
I'm the believer in the book.
A point of light afraid to look
At what you drew me on the bed.
Our form becoming line instead.
I spin it fast across the lake.
And sing the lament at the wake.

Save only hopes and little jokes
and collapse the way that building collapsed the other day.
Oh baby,
oh my baby.
Oh baby,
oh my love.
My baby,
oh my baby.
My baby,
oh my god.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Folk
• Acoustic
• Guitar

[bearron]

Are you one of John Lennon's sons? If you told me you were, after this song, I would believe you. Man oh man its good.

[Sunambra]

@bearron Thanks for the compliment. His name is Martin John Henry check out De Rosa too he is the lead singer guitarist and writer.

[songblurred]

I've been enjoying some of Martin, jr's songs. Sure like this one.

[Sunambra]

@songblurred Thanks check out Pest Tinto and Arc if you will.

[jimmymac30]

beautifully done

[Sunambra]

@jimmymac30 Thanks 

[nllleonard]

Truly appreciate you sharing another, Martin. He writes wonderfully well. I said before, he has a unique and beautiful voice...in every way. Thanks for the lyrics.

Lovely images. Really enjoyed it. ;) NAncy

[Sunambra]

@Mendips251 Thanks Bob

[Mendips251]

Superb! straight to my favourites. I love everything about this and it will be playing in the car this week.

Take care.

BoB

[Sunambra]

@Alan2496 Thanks Alan