Windover, Our Home (Windover)
I wrote this ballad from scratch about the apartment complex where I live.
Songwriter
I'm nothing more than a songwriter trying to present my creations as best I can. I realized I was a composer when I noticed tunes in my head that I'd never heard elsewhere. Lyrics come almost that easy now but my performance skills are lacking. Arranging my own music is time consuming so I often write lyrics to available arrangements when commercial value is not an issue. Although I could benefit from the performing talents of others, I'm a one man band.
Story behind the song
We used to live at an apartment complex by this name. While thinking about the name "Windover" in a literal way the song was born. However punny, it's not a humorous song, but rather a tribute to a place with many virtues and memories.
Lyrics
The songbirds serenade us from trees outside our door.
The grounds are splashed with flowers, a swimming pool, and more.
Just a stone's throw from this refuge, a sea of business looms.
But on this urban island, it's easy to assume . . .
that a wind over the tree tops keeps the songbirds near.
A gentle breeze must be at work guiding good things here.
Though we seldom notice its muffled, whistling moan,
we always have the blessings of the wind over our home.
The staff is fair and helpful, and go the extra mile.
They sweat out all the details, but always share a smile.
Throughout the world around us such warmth and class are rare.
We can't help but be grateful we're living here - not there.
A wind over these buildings keeps such virtues near.
A gentle breeze must be at work guiding good things here.
Though we seldom notice its muffled, whistling moan,
we always have the blessings of the wind over our home.
Countless stores are waiting a short walk from our gate,
and freeways just beyond them lead to distant states.
But as surely as we travel our hearts will always yearn
for this friendly, urban island to which we will return.
A wind over our vessel may not keep us near,
but gentle breezes fill our sails guiding us back here.
Though we seldom notice its muffled, whistling moan,
we always have the blessings of the wind over our home.
Living is a blessing at Windover, our home!
Windover, our home!
