Dawn of light

hear the grasshopper play his violin
hear the wind sing her song see the
birds on the wing

se them float along, float to where they
rest, rest, as long as they last in the
morningdew

the fortunate few born to glide at the
dawn of light

(c) JR. 1985

Tobacco road

Midsummer, Sunday afternoon
sun's high up in the sky at the
sweat of the day

fields o' green dominate the vieuw
there's a humm a song rises up someone
starts to sing about the only freedom he
has

the freedom within, it's a religious song
a powerfull song, a bearer of strenght
others pick up on it start fallin' in

it sings about all the lost yesterdays
an' their tomorrows, as it finds its way
down Tobacco road

where the blues never end


(c) JR.  2017