It's been Good To Grow With You & Porch
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Author: Mr. Axolotl (Zolli/Wallack/Hart w Campau/Segal)
'It's Been Good to Good to Grow with You'
by bret harold hart

Before your birthday, I learned to wait...I felt you kickin’ when you woke your Mom up late...As you grew bigger, it made me smile...To know that I would see your eyes in just a little while...In just two months, you were sleeping through the night Happy and hungry, your eyes were full of light...Soon you were talking, and I was all ears...I still remember your first words…I still recall your tears...It’s been good to grow with you…It’s been good to teach you things It’s been good to see your goodness grow...It’s been good to grow with you… It’s been good to teach you about Truth...It’s been good to see your goodness grow Through you, I can see things that might have been...I can travel back through Time again...Laugh distant laughs…smile like a child...And remember how big people smiled...One time, at school, you were withdrawn...You sat by yourself… you chose to be alone...“It was boring,” you explained When I was your age, I too disengaged....Tonight Mom’s out…and your sister too... I guess that leaves just me and you...Spaghetti and ice cream, and some old cartoons...It’s been good to grow with you... It’s been good to grow with you…It’s been good to teach you things...It’s been good to see your goodness grow...It’s been good to grow with you…It’s been good to teach you about Truth...It’s been good to see your goodness grow...

'Porch'
by bret harold hart

On my porch, cigarettes and coffee, birds and bees…on my porch, hanging plants wave gently in the breeze.. on my porch, feed baby daughter as the sun comes up…on my porch, I’m singing with my buttercup…it’s just boards and paint…another place to sit-and-wait…it’s a fine place in the sun… there’s room for everyone…On my porch, find small talk, find a smile…On my porch, work out differences and smooth the miles…on my porch, find argument, find solution…on my porch, find healing, make restitution…it’s just boards and paint…another place to sit-and-wait…it’s a fine place in the sun…there’s room for everyone on my porch, sometimes I have long talks with The Lord… on my porch, I look up and ask Him what He’s got in store.. on my porch, I remember loved ones, dead and gone…on my porch, I try to fit these pieces into song…it’s just boards and paint… another place to sit-and-wait…it’s a fine place in the sun…there’s room for everyone