The sky had packed up the stars

The sky had packed up the stars

And taken the bus down Highway 11

Because nothing would ever be the same again

The Birds Are Singing Through the Rain

The birds are singing through the rain

I know their song

For I will praise Him in the storm

No matter how long

Blackberries in the Afterglow

Blackberries in the afterglow

This is June

Sighing that long sigh

That I am close to you

And the daughter in the unmown grass is swaying

In her Maid Marion gown

With purple stains all the way down

And there are so many unknowns

But we are not afraid of oceans

The little boy with the brown eyes

Says something precocious

And I am making snapshots in my mind for you

I’m taking notes

Of everything I want to share with you

While I’m dreaming of boats