Sunday, April 9, 2017

Simple Roots

She drew back her bow, and slyly she smiled

A voice in her head hadn’t talked in a while

Looked over the crowd and started to play

Just a waltz in G, a great start to the day.


Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 


There in the crowd, beside beer and crepes

Sat a young soul, his heart for the take

She drew back her bow, and just let it ring

Knowing full well, she played his heartstrings


Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 


After the show, he hung around

Nursing an ale, a downtown brown

He shook Tom's hand, and got to meet her

They spoke for and hour, and left strangers no more.



Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 



Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

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