Feel A Whole Lot Better Mix 1

Dave Ballou came by to add drum track...now its starting to sound real.

LITTLE BIRD AND RABBIT WARRIOR V3

Nobody

Old enough to know both sides of the beauty.

The Other Side Of Christmas

Can't Find You

The Best Part Of My Life

The Best Day


The fields were mowed in August, all the hay went up the road
to the neighbor that could use it, he carried load by sweaty load.

The next month saw us gather, spiky grass beneath the tree
that cast a centered shadow on my brother’s property.

Together with our children in this cool September view,
we spread blankets, hats and coolers, our cars parked all askew.

And when my Mom and Dad arrived, they were birds that waded in grass,
Stepping carefully, and watchfully;  winged waders made from glass.

I don’t remember what we ate, can’t think of what was said.
I remember mom’s thin arms,  straw hat upon her head.

I remember laughing, I remember clouds,
I remember tales of times Our Blessed Life allowed.

I remember bittersweet, the sun upon her face,
her sky blue eyes and spotted hands, her skin as fine as lace.

Her gentle smile, her quiet laugh, the grace and strength she wore,
familiar as a favorite coat that hangs beside the door.

So many days had passed us since her doctors held their court;
They’d passed their awful sentence, we all knew her time was short.

This day I heard no mention of the hour creeping near.
No person showed the burden of our universal fear.

This day was the best day of the last days we lived through.
We stood together on the Field in this stark September view.

BEST DAY

STONE BALLOONS
Crossed the water and we all got lucky
There are reasons why there are no stone balloons

A jug of wine, and some rice awaited, 
I recognized my mothers silver spoons

I washed my face in an old white basin, 
Hot and Cold in a script as blue as her eyes


Thinking back “Has she ever been so sad before?”
My Eyes are drawn to a postcard pinned to the door.
Written by the youngest child, I had made her shy, but then I made her smile
There’s Fellowship with the people from the river again.

We’re tending to the new born baby and…
I wonder at its place in the world…
 
I dreamed of dragons fighting in the meadow
I dreamed of fire that illuminates the world
I dreamed three times of a  mighty mountain resting
I dreamed a child said “Work on what’s been spoiled.”
I dreamed last night I was held in the grip of a crazy king
Gathered my friends like a ribbon gathers the hair.

First we’re crying, then we’re laughing
Then there’s nothing, we silently regard.
We’re tending to the frightened baby,
The shock of thunder always brings it down.


We spoke of brothers , stars and smoke are drifting
We spoke of people no longer in our view
We touched dark magic of the northern forest
We played the music that’s forever new.

INSTRUMENTAL

Crossed the water and we all got lucky
There are reasons why there are no stone balloons.

Gary Young 3