Rare for me to write a song these days, but I pulled my old Tanglewood TW40 out of the closet and found this piece of melancholy in it.
A World of Gracehttp://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=13590279You flew south for the winter / to catch some Southern sun
Something shone so bright / you never came home
I saw a swallow swooping / dancing in the air
Looking for a lover who was not there
(They say) the southern sunlight sparkles / like diamonds on the sea
And the golden sand / is a lover’s touch
A pair of doves sitting / on a telephone line
Looking down at lonely me
In a world of grace / the vulgar wins
It’s not a race / yet someone wins
A warm breeze rolls in / kisses my tears away
Please carry them south / and let it rain
I saw a hawk circling / and a tiny bird on the wing
I know how they feel, both of them
In a world of grace / the vulgar wins
It’s not a race / yet someone wins