[I went through Robert Louis Stevenson's book of child verses, picking a bunch of lines I liked. then I wrote a song around some of those verses. I adapted some of them to fit the melody and meter, and I also added a few lines of my own.]

Sailors sing of rope and things
The organ man sings the rain with me
The bat that lies in bed
loves to be our under the moon

Rain is falling, all around
falling on umbrellas
why can’t you see it in my mind
I’m being to feel the strain
From all the cold, cold rain — 
In my head and this sun is not a bed
As the world is full of things
to make us feel like kings,

Didn’t you know?
Didn’t you know
Didn’t you know— 

If it’s cold enough,
rain feels like snow

It is but a child of air
that lingers in the garden over there
The gardener does not like to talk
He makes me keep the neat gravel walk

Through the closer, still the blinds
clawing at the secrets
Watch their hands to keep the parlor clean
I’m being to feel the strain
From all the cold, cold rain — 
In my head and this sun is not a bed
As the world is full of things
to make us feel like kings,

Rain is falling, all around
falling on umbrellas
why can’t you see it in my mind

If it’s cold enough,
rain feels like snow

Stevenson s Song.mp3

One person band, banging on various instruments in Texas. I like a variety of genres, so I tend to be all over the place in my songs and compositions. I just like playing with sound 🤘

Stevenson s Song.mp3

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