THE TRUMPET VINE - Kate Wolf
-With help from Spike`s Music!-
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The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window
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And bloomed bright orange on the wall
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You sat in the morning light, holding A guitar
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As the first summer rain began to fall
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And like the gentle raindrops your words fell in the air
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Making things so clear as we quietly sat there
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It reminded me of other times you had come before
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And brought A song or just walked in through the kitchen door
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Now it seems the truest words I ever heard from you
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Were said at kitchen tables we have known
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'cause somehow in that warm room, with coffee on the stove
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Our hearts were really most at home
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Sitting at A table looking hard at you
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Catching up on stories of the things we'd tried to do
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It seems we really said the most when we didn't talk at all
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Let the songs speak for us like the sunlight on the wall.
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Now as we come and go, in sunshine and in rain
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Some years are seen more clearly than the rest
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And if it weren't for kitchen songs and mornings spent with friends
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We all might lose the things we love the best
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I can see you sitting there beneath the trumpet vine
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The sunlight through the window in the kitchen in my mind.
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You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more
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Than to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door.
