A song made from a mixed bag of childhood memories; as jumbled as they get, for me they are anchored to a place. One of my favourites is mostly built up now, but they recently gave one of the new streets a name that summed up things I recall.
With thanks to Janice and Bud for kindly agreeing to bring their magic to this one.


Swallows Rise ( with Janice)

video ( my second try at a song vid.):

Swallows Rise/video

Style is _SECLUDE.STY (Seclude Dramatic Newgrass)

RealTracks in style: 2421:Bass, Acoustic, RockabillySlapBoomChicka Ev16 100
RealTracks in style: 2458:Strings, Rhythm CelticWaltz Ev 100
RealTracks in style: 623:Banjo, Background Backporch Ev 098
RealTracks in style: 1765:Guitar, High-Strung Acoustic, Fingerpicking Pop16ths Ev16 085
RealDrums in style: PopAmericanEv^1-a:SS 1/2 BB, b:Snare Half BB



Swallows Rise

days of frost with fingers blue
take the thistle from your shoe
in tunnels from lightning hide
blanket your sister from the sky
remember the preacher says
they are sparks from heaven`s lathe

dragonflies on days of sun
try to make their four engine hum
slip your dance between my rhymes
hear crickets sing in daddy`s mind
remember arms become wings
when there are no apron strings

make for me a crown of daisy chains
shake your rattle round the once and future king
take me where my heart still resides
our birds forever fly
we`ll climb the hill to Swallows Rise

days of rust and falling gold
save our secret in the old oak knoll
bluebell scythe throw on the fire
swallows tremble wait on the wire
remember us and be brave
you are sparks from heaven`s lathe

make for me a crown of daisy chains
shake your rattle round the once and future king
take me where my heart still resides
our birds forever fly
we`ll climb the hill to Swallows Rise

© Robert Cordrey Sept.2017