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Rooftop
I
hope you are on your rooftop now,
in
the sun, in the middle of five hundred flowers,
and
the warm wind blows your scarf around,
flying
like a flag.
I
hope you are on your rooftop now.
I
hope you are on your rooftop now,
in
the sun, in the middle of five hundred flowers,
and
the warm wind blows your scarf straight out,
flying
like a flag.
I
hope you are on your rooftop now.
Too
Early To Say
Long
roads of orange groves
I
try, try to see down.
Joyful
arrival may be far, far away.
When
will I see you coming so many miles?
It
is too early to say.
Out
in the backyard I will wait for a downpour.
The
sky may open but it won’t be today.
When
will I see you coming so many miles?
It
is too early to say.
Oh
down orange groves, narrow roads
I
have been looking.
I
am half in tomorrow and half in today.
When
will I see you coming so many miles?
It
is too early to say.
Wait
for bright news to reach us,
wait
for bright news to reach me.
We
will sing through the city,
we
will sing through the day.
When
will I see you coming so many miles?
It
is too early to say.
Migration
My
love will sail this ship
through
great storms and ice flows.
He
is not afraid as I am,
he
is not afraid.
And
this is why he knows the way.
And
this is why he knows the way.
He
knows the way.
Oh
my brothers and sisters, he is so kind,
despite
the losses that have made us this sad.
Five
blocks of sidewalk chalk he steers us clear of,
blue
ice skaters and animals.
And
this is why he knows the way.
And
this is why he knows the way.
He
knows the way.
All
the birds of this neighborhood are leaving.
Some
days we feel left behind.
Today
Into
the traffic changing,
a
good friend I have had.
Today,
today his leaving
makes
me sad.
My
friend is starting over.
There
is a trembling.
Today,
today is trembling
through
the trees.
If
you see him there on your street
will
you smile or shake his hand?
Today,
today,
the
brotherhood of man.
The
Girl On My Left
Some
days ring out into night
my
failures with people right here.
The
living room growing wide.
If
I get near, what will I say?
Miles
to fly over,
miles
to the girl on my left.
The
boy I love, he can walk
right
over to anyone here
and
talk about anything,
rain
porches, car trips to the sea.
Miles
to fly over
miles
to the girl on my left.
Walk
over, fly over, run over,
walk
over there.
People
feel loved when he’s around.
People
feel light when he’s around.
Song
About Traveling
A
man said Why, why does traveling
in
cars and in trains make him feel sad,
a
beautiful sadness.
I’ve
felt this before.
It’s
the people in the cities you’ll never know,
it
is everything you pass by,
wondering
will you ever return.
The
colors of rowboats, the greens and the blues.
Orange
grove side streets you only see halfway.
And
beaches in winter
and
when kites are flown.
It’s
the people in the cities you’ll never know,
it
is everything you pass by,
wondering
will you ever return.
Oh
Do Not Fly Away
I’ll
wait to ring the bells awhile,
till
all the light and color
have
stayed the whole of spring,
until
I believe it.
And
if, and if I count on you,
oh
do not fly away.
I
dare not count on you,
it
is too early to say.
Oh
can you tell me of the future,
if
something is the matter?
I
am afraid to look
down
the road much further.
And
if, and if I count on you,
oh
do not fly away.
I
dare not count on you,
it
is too early to say.
All
through the dog paths and hazel,
in
every place I’ve entered,
I’ve
looked for you to come,
years
ago or sooner.
And
if, and if I count on you,
oh
do not fly away.
I
dare not count on you,
it
is too early to say.
I
Left The Grounds
I
have turned around.
I’m
walking back to join the choir.
Leaves
are flying through the sky.
There’s
a hidden life,
there’s
a life that no one knows,
there
are things that can’t be told.
And
Sister Michael didn’t know.
I’ve
never said a word to her.
It’s
not her fault,
but
it was getting hard enough
to
be around.
I
left the grounds.
Some
Clear Joy Is Coming
Father
John in the driveway
comes
here to bless me.
My
Father in the morning
will
bend to hear me.
Some
clear joy is coming on some slowest train,
I
am hearing it coming again.
Flowerless
in the country,
birdless
in the spring,
my
man and I are weeping,
we
have been weeping.
Some
clear joy is coming on some slowest train.
Do
you hear that it’s coming again?
Small
Planes
I
know what you mean,
when
you want to run to meet the world,
intentions
may not carry you far.
Small
planes are here
but
they never leave my room at all,
they
don’t make it through,
they
don’t make it out.
I
want to be like Sister Veronica,
whose
life connects with so many lives.
Small
planes are here
but
they never leave my room at all.
They
don’t make it through,
they
don’t make it out.
My
words to him
they
didn’t touch him, not at all.
And
I never can say what I mean to say.
Small
planes are here
but
they never leave my room at all.
They
don’t make it through,
they
don’t make it out.
Twenty-five
miles or thousands of miles,
when
am I going to leave here?
Twenty-five
miles or thousands of miles,
when
am I going to get there?
Twenty-five
miles or thousands of miles,
who
am I going to help there?
Twenty-five
miles or thousands of miles,
when
am I going to get there?
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