Little Dove

Ahh, a journey song of the soul...

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I am flying. . .
Like the dove cast forth from Noah’s ark
I hold the seed of peace in my heart
But when will I land on the olive branch
Rest my weary wings

I am flying. . .
Little Dove, full of love
Searching for a home for her people

And I grow so weary as the rain beats down upon me
And all around is water, turbulent waters
How the waves lap up at me
They say, “come rest in the arms of the mother
Come rest in the arms of the mama ocean”

Little Dove. . . drowning
Tumbled on the waves, tossed all around
Till I don’t know which way is up or down
as I travel, travel down
Then like Jonah, I meet my destiny
Swallow me
Swallow me
Swallow me whole (x3)

I am flying through darkened caverns
Strange, dusty lands

But I find a fire in the belly of the beast
Don’t get too close, you will be burned
But like the Phoenix, you will return

I am flying. . .

I find my breath, it takes me high
Sweet wind of life that I will ride
On the breath of the whale, larger than life
Stronger than a hurricane,
I will ride
I will ride to the sky
That’s all I know
is how to fly
I am flying. . .

And when will I find a warm and gentle land?
When will I dance upon the sand?
When will we find a warm and gentle land?
When will we dance upon the sand?

Little Dove, full (fool) of love
Searching for a home for her people
Searching for a home for her people
Searching for a home for her people

Funny How We See

Written after "song school" camp up in Lyons, CO - this one is a bit more songwriter-ey than most... Written for a boyfriend at the time who I still loved, but we were drifting apart...

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(Verse 1)
Walking down the road feeling down
Leaves fall all around
Autumn comes too soon in this high mountain town
Rain has fallen, but the clouds linger
A dying leaf falls through my finger
I bend down to touch it’s amber light
And surprise! It takes flight
Funny how we see what we believe
A withering leaf or a butterfly floating on the breeze
Funny how we see

(Verse 2)
So I continue on down this road
Wondering on the seasons left behind
Time travels in my mind
Spokes of sunlight pierce the haze
As I yearn for hot, youngblood summerdays
When all I see is clouds and shadows
I almost missed the rainbow
Funny how we see what we believe
A dreary day or a misty masterpiece
Funny how we see

(Verse 3)
As the day draws to a close
Shadows long and the air is cold
Who will love me when I’m old?
Shivering, I hurry home
Mourning, the days gone
As I reach the door of my humble nest
I see the note you left
It says, “funny how we see what we believe
Is love asleep, or freedom awakening?”
Funny how we see

(Verse 4)
So meet me down at the old cafe
This precious love just can’t fade away
Hold my hands through these days
I can keep on looking for greener pastures
Seeking a happy ever after
True love must be near
But really, it’s always here
Just remember one thing. . .
A fleeting thing is fragile, and cannot be held onto
Love, like a butterfly, cannot be contained

Funny how we see what we believe
A withering leaf or a butterfly floating on the breeze
Funny how we see what we believe
A withering leaf of a butterfly dancing on the breeze
Funny how we see. . .