I had stopped posting my songs as they (I think) became inappropriate for this forum either for the lyrics or the lack of piano. However with prompting from Monica I have written one just for HER so SHE HAD BETTER LIKE IT!!! I recorded it as I was struggling to record my contribution to the recital (it made a nice break from the Chopin etude). It does not have the finished quality of some of my others because...well, I didn't really work on it very long. So
here is my "Living in Maine and having survived another winter song".
(P.S. I did put together the cd of songs that was my goal. It's titled "the Better Man" and I would be glad to send it to any of the folks here that were so kind with their help and suggestions. Please PM me with your address.)
http://www.box.net/shared/5ynmm3ivxu "Spring"
The grass is growing, the ground is showing.
The snow’s finally going away.
The fish are swimming, the Red Sox are winning,
The robins are finally here to stay.
All winter long I dreamed of being warm
and in the summer I dreamed of being cold.
Now that I’m older I dream of being younger
when I was young I dreamed of being old.
But now I’m happy and everything’ fine
The car’s are running and the payment's on time.
My kids are healthy and my wife has a job.
I’ve got all of my fingers and life’s really not......
Hard flying the geese are busy trying
coming back from the south.
The horse is shedding and I’m betting
that that robin has a worm in it’s mouth.
In the fall it seemed all was ending
and I’d seen the last of the sun
I spent my time thinking I was losing
not even thinking that I’d already won.
But now I’m happy and everything’s great.
The coffee is strong and the paper’s not late.
Nothing hurts, the piano’s in tune.
The horse is hungry, I’ll be feeding him....
Soon the wind will be kicking up the windmill
and the sailboats are threading through the bay.
The clouds are scheming and we’ll be dreaming
as we lie on our backs in the hay.
In the fall it seemed all was ending
and I’d seen the last of the sun
I spent my time thinking I was losing
not even thinking that I’d already won.