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Cool Morning
03:37
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Cool morning coaxes coltsfoot open
By the side of the road
Leggy lilac leans o’er the split rail
To greet the meadow marigold
Fiery red azaleas flare
Twisting wisteria climbs the garden wall
Perfect hearts that bleed tremble on their stem
Purple lipstick iris uncurl
Through my open window taking root in the dirt
I’m happy with what I got and now I see I’ve got a lot
Violets nestle in blades of grass
Wild mustard hides the well-worn path
Spring beauty grows with fiddlehead fern
Sturdy primrose pushes up through last year’s leaves
Through my open window taking root in the dirt
I’m happy with what I got and now I see I’ve got a lot
How can I hold these flowers in my hand
So I don’t forget what is real once again
Through my open window taking root in the dirt
I’m happy with what I got and now I see I’ve got a lot
Cool morning coaxes coltsfoot open
By the side of the road
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2. |
Her Secret
03:09
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Waiting for the train
In her long red coat
Ready to meet her secret
He waits downtown, where no one knows
No one knows she wants to be free
An East Side afternoon
Ladies lunch in their cafes
She hurries past the whispers
She knows what people say
That people say she might not stay
She wants an open sky
Where she can finally breathe
Another sliding door to walk into a different life
She looks up at the clock
Standing in her place
The trains about to come but can she finally choose her way
Among the men in gray
She is still as stone
Will today be different
She doesn't know
She doesn't know
Waiting for the train
In her long red coat
Ready to meet her secret
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Old Crows
02:42
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Old crows fly home on a Sunday
Dark wings wide
Down here gets a little lonely
While I watch
While I wait
As they fly
When winter blows
Its ragged breath
And shards of you
Are all that's left
Then spring comes down
On a great white wing
The trees make sound
The crows will sing
Old crows fly home on a Sunday
Dark wings wide
Down here gets a little lonely
While I watch
While I wait
As they fly
When summer shines
Your footsteps fade
But where you've gone
It's hard to say
The autumn leaves
The shifting skies
Means now it's time to say goodbye
Old crows fly home on a Sunday
Dark wings wide
Down here gets a little lonely
While I watch
While I wait
As they fly
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