Words & Music

Coming Home

Cool clear water got a hold on me

Sitting by the river is where I’ll be

Fishing in that river set the spirit free

Coming home is coming home to me

Cabin by the lake got a hold on me

Sitting on the front porch is where I’ll be

Paddles in the water set the spirit free

Coming home is coming home to me

Coming home to the clear cool waters of home

Coming home to the lakes and rivers I’ve known

A fine place to roam a place to call my own

Coming home

Cool green forest got a hold on me

Walking in nature’s majesty

Kneel down on the carpet set the spirit free

Coming home is coming home to me

Coming home to the clear cool forests of home

Coming home to the lakes and rivers I’ve known

A fine place to roam a place to call my own

Coming home, coming home, coming home

©2021 Edward John Barrington All rights reserved

Afternoon Manuscript

The writer sits down at the desk again

Taking out both paper and pen

The architect’s hand is true to form

The afternoon sun is warm

Afternoon manuscript coming down

Music and words come floating around

Drop on the pages on the desk

Where writer and manuscript seem to work best

Rhythm and form begin to appear

Followed by melody, it all becomes clear

Lines are now drawn, in musical form

The afternoon sun is warm

Afternoon manuscript coming down

Music and words come floating around

Drop on the pages on the desk

Where writer and manuscript seem to work best

The writer sits down at the desk once more

As has been done time and time before

The architect’s hand is true to form

The afternoon sun is warm

Afternoon manuscript coming down

Music and words come floating around

Drop on the pages on the desk

Where writer and manuscript seem to work best

©1990, 2020 Edward John Barrington