Ah for just one time 🗣🔥💯                                I would take the northwest passage🥶💪🔛🔝

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“Father, The Older I Get” – A folk-rock tribute to the man who shaped me
This song is a heartfelt reflection on growing older and finally understanding the quiet strength, sacrifice, and love a father carries. Blending warm folk storytelling with soft rock emotion, it honors the lessons, burdens, and legacy passed down through the years. A gentle, intimate tribute to a father’s influence — and the moment you realize you’ve become part of his story too.

Father the Older I Get

“Poppies” is a lonesome western waltz told from a rented room on the frontier. A traveling man sits with his guitar, thinking of the woman he left behind and the long road home that keeps slipping out of reach. This song leans into slow 3/4 sway, deep bass vocals, old-time acoustic textures, and the quiet hope that spring will come again. An song meant to feel like a page from a worn-out trail journal.

LYRICS
(C) 2025, 2017 Ggreg Snyder

[VERSE 1]
I rode to this valley from a cold northern town,
Where hope packed its bags when the sun headed down.
The winter was cruel and the night never ends,
And folks there grow quiet when hunger’s your friend.

[CHORUS]
But one steady thought keeps my heart holding true:
When the long winter passes, the spring follows through.
And I still see Frances, bent close to her loom—
I’ll ride back to her when the poppies are in bloom.

[VERSE 2]
I’ve worked in the river, I’ve slept in the clay,
But silver and gold always slip clean away.
The cards on the table don’t favor a man—
Just dust in my pockets and rocks in this land.

[CHORUS]
But one steady thought keeps my heart holding true:
When the long winter passes, the spring follows through.
Am I marking a future, or carving my tomb?
Will I live to see her when the poppies are in bloom?

[BRIDGE]
The mountains stand watch, and the passes are closed;
The cost of returning is more than I chose.
So I sing to the ceiling of this poor saloon,
And whisper her name, praying she hears it soon.

[VERSE 3]
These bars brim with dreamers, the broken and brave—
Each chasing a fortune or digging a grave.
I write her a letter I’ll never send home,
For men with no winnings have no right to roam.

[FINAL CHORUS]
But one steady thought keeps my heart holding true:
When the long winter passes, the spring follows through.
If the Good Lord is willing, He’ll give me the room
To stand by my Frances when the poppies are in bloom.



Poppies

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