Sunday, May 04, 2008

Where the Trees Stand Still

After spending many recent weekends traveling, it was a treat to just sit under my skylight today (see picture for view), stare out the window at the newly emerged leaves and alllow the tantalizing sunshine to dispell winter's remaining chill. Randomly, Bebo Norman's "Where the Trees Stand Still" started to play on my computer, and I concurred, "Yes, it is a gift to land where the trees stand still."

Everyone it seems
Is looking for the grass that's greener here
And through my window pane
The scenery flies by and disappears
So tell to me the secret
That won't let the memories fade away
Until I am home again....where
the trees stand still

Yesterday it seems
I traveled in a younger man's clothes
Living out this dream
And wandering through fields of touch and go
Moving on forever
Watching the distance fade away
But now I just want to
land...where the trees stand still

All this time
On this line
Here then I am gone

Tonight I want a life
Where the faces are the same most every day
Tonight I want a wife
To sit with me and watch our children play
All the world between us
Watching the years fade away
And when the laughing's done...we'll
watch the trees stand still
Everyday...where the trees stand still
We will make a home...where
the trees stand still - Bebo Norman