song #13 for February Album Writing month. 2 more day's and one song to go... this one's an old timey american folk song with guitar, banjo, mandolin, bass, drums, and harmonies
peaceful, sad, hopeful, lonesome, sometimes edgy, alternative indie rock
Lyrics
If I could see a hundred miles
I would never miss your smile
just like michael angelo
I’d paint the ceiling with your hope
if I were a mountain stream
I’d carry my love to the sea
in open water I’d set her free
someday she'd return to me
IF I COULD HOLD THE HANDS OF DAWN
IF I COULD WRITE BLUEBIRD SONGS
IF I COULD STRETCH THE DAY OUT LONG
THEN MAYBE I COULD RIGHT MY WRONGS
THEN MAYBE I COULD RIGHT MY WRONGS
VERSE....MUSIC, NO WORDS
if we could fly like the crow
we would wander to and fro
from tree to tree, yeah we'll let them know
everytime we come and go
IF I COULD HOLD THE HANDS OF DAWN
IF I COULD WRITE BLUEBIRD SONGS
IF I COULD STRETCH THE DAY OUT LONG
THEN MAYBE I COULD RIGHT MY WRONGS
THEN MAYBE I COULD RIGHT MY WRONGS
if I could run like the deer
I’d runaway far and clear
from the devil in my ear
from my troubles, from my fear
if I could howl like the wind
if I could be a child again
if I could comfort you my friend
if we could overcome our sins
IF I COULD HOLD THE HANDS OF DAWN
IF I COULD WRITE BLUEBIRD SONGS
IF I COULD STRETCH THE DAY OUT LONG
THEN MAYBE I COULD RIGHT MY WRONGS
THEN MAYBE I COULD RIGHT MY WRONGS
if I could see a hundred miles
I would never miss your smile
just like Michael Angelo
I’d paint the ceiling with your hope
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