Some things just write themselves:
Bardic fires, market masses
All night parties, arts and science classes
Life is old there, like Enchanted Ground
Vikings in their long ships, medieval terms expound
Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home, Currie Road
I can see it, tents on a mud flat
Won't honk my horn, hate when people do that
Dusty parking, Sauron in the sky
Line at troll looks awful, new garage caught my eye
Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home Currie Road
I hear the sound of the battlefields all calling me
Campfires remind me of my home far away
Middle of the spring I soon realize
I should have started sewing yesterday, yesterday
Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home Currie Road
Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home Currie Road
Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home Currie Road
OH MY GOD I literally started to tear up because I already miss it. It is amazing. I love it and can't wait to hear you sing it. Xoxo!!!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you like it! I'm still tweaking it a bit, but I should have it finalized soon. Next time we get together, I shall totally sing it for you. Maybe I will start hard core practicing guitar so I can really make it sound right.
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