The ears of the unwary are wakened
by the music and the story and the poem,
word and song find an unused voice
and waltz arm in arm in a slow dance.
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The ears of the unwary are wakened
by the music and the story and the poem,
word and song find an unused voice
and waltz arm in arm in a slow dance.
In the wilderness
a lone voice
can easily be lost
in the creeping sands
that choke the silence
and smother the ears
of the unwary.
Above the rusted iron roof
of the ramshackle country hall
the wind squeezes some truth
out through the trees
and the electric wires.
This troubador has a story to speak,
a poem to tell and a song to sing
about the deep things that can be lost
in the throng and bustle of the city.
In that country hall some will gather
curious I suppose to see if this troubadour
from out of town measures up
to the allure of his advertising poster.
In that country hall some will gather
curious I suppose to see if this troubador
from out of town measures up to
the allure of his advertising poster.
Simplicity takes the stage
after a short ride to a small town
somewhere off the beaten track
in a disused hall, quite run down.
Simplicity takes the stage
after a short ride to a small town
somewhere off the beaten track
in a disused hall, quite run down.
The stars could not be numbered
but by those brown eyes they were
counted less and their light,
a way through the years
that courted her.
The stars could not be numbered
but by those brown eyes they were
counted less and their light,
a way through the years
that courted her.