Another rhythm with harp jam and then the construction of lyrics. Song about solid folks.
wyred jazz world fusion u
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Story behind the song
Someone kept asking me, "Write a song about me, write a song about me". So I did.
Lyrics
she wakes
early in morning
just at
the break of day
she's got
little children waiting
for her
to show the way
but first
she needs her coffee
for her sleepy
little head
but it's all she needs
, yea
to get her out of bed
but it's in her eyes
you'll find her
waiting patiently
all she is she gives you
and very little said
always in high spirits
yeah, leading merrily
while in her heart
she struggles
with broken humanity
she dreams of moments sweeter
nothing sacred,
only neat
and she bans
those tarnished hazards
that everybodys been.
Now she dresses
and gets ready
to head on
out the door
she looks back
ratherly slowly
as she closes
the kitchen door
there's nobody
left there
no one
to return to
so, with a sigh
before her class
and it's back to
nothing new
she'll eat alone
this evening
and dream of me or you
wonder how she'll make it
in another day or two
it wasn't my intention
to hide my fate from her
but in my last few hours
i won't be there for sure
she wakes
early in morning
just at
the break of day
she's got
little children waiting
for her
to show the way
but first
she needs her coffee
for her sleepy
little head
but it's all she needs
, yea
to get her out of bed
but it's all she needs
, yea
to get her out of bed