• thiswildadventure 10w

    Lightfoot

    "Early Morning Rain" on the victrola softly spinning,
    old books and gin laying around,
    Winter seems to be a new beginning,
    a spark of hope along the ground.
    Your voice has taken me on freight trains,
    across great lakes and little towns,
    Over the earth on jet planes,
    a plaintive plea to be found.
    I felt my old soul crumbling,
    desperate for a friend,
    Then in you came with clumsy stumbling,
    simple songs beautifully penned.

    ©thiswildadventure