Simple Roots rethought.

Rethought to an Irish beat

Am                        G
She drew back her bow, and called out the key
F                   G       Am
A melody true and a tune in G,
Am            G
One by one, they each had a say
F         g      Am
Great start …..to the day.
F              g      Am
Great start …..to the day.
  Dm                       Am
With Pete taking pics of this motely crew
  G                  F       G    Am 
A cast of friends shared a fine brew
             F       G    Am
 they shared a fine brew

chorus
Dm                                G         
Here's to the roots and simple they be
F                  G         Am
Here's to the folks, who gather to see.
Dm                                  G          
Here's to the time, we share as friends† 
  Dm           G           Am
Noon time Sunday morning
   Dm              G      Am      F G Am
Noon time Sunday morning

Am                   G
There in the crowd, beside beer and crepes
F                   G       Am
Sat a young soul, his heart to take
Am                              G
She drew back her bow, and just let it ring
F           g      Am
She played  ..   his heartstrings
F               g      Am
She played  ..   his heartstrings
  Dm                       Am
After the show, he bought her a beer
  G                                        F     G  Am 
Told some stories and he laughed with her
            F    G     Am
he laughed with her

Chorus instrumental Chorus and OUT... And here is what it sounds like:

Simple Roots

She drew back her bow, and called out the key

A melody true and they joined slowly

One by one, they each had a say

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

Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 

With Pete on the pics and joy in the air

A cast of friends searched for a chair

Students huddled doing homework

To live music is oh such a perk

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

Not knowing she played his heartstrings

After the show, he hung around

Nursing an ale, a downtown brown

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

They talked for an hour; left strangers no more.

Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs