I’ve been up in the trees
pruning, p—-r—-u—-n—-i—-n—-g, prooooooooo – ning
and I won’t bore you with how sore I am
and I’ve let too much time slip by
without even a word to you
and we can’t have that
because I miss you too hard
So let me just stick my head in the door
and hand you these flowers I plucked quick
while no one was looking
(at least I think no one saw….there are plenty
enough and they won’t miss these few)
and tell you how much big honking hope I have
heaped up in my heart
because can I just say that your song is a beauty,
unique and priceless,
and we need it,
so drop on down past the breakers
into the deep still waters inside
waiting there beneath the waves
like a secret garden
that opens to let you in safe from the noise.
Your song burns bright in there
and you’re safe to sing
and it’s rest and peace to your soul.
Yep, there is a secret garden inside your heart
where you sing your truest songs.
I can hear yours and it’s gorgeous.
Sing a little louder if you want.
“Talkin’ bout sweet seasons on my mind
Sure does appeal to me
you know we can get there easily
just like a sailboat a-sailin’ on the sea”