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Published 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...