bluegrass

Love, nothing more, nothing less

Tell me daddy, what makes the sun burn so bright

Who turns on the moon, when it gets dark at night

Oh Daddy, what makes the wind blow

Who turns on the rain, who freezes the snow

Tell me Daddy, why’s the ocean so blue

Who decorates the flowers, with morning dew

Someday my son, you’ll be a man

You’ll see, it’s all part of a plan

What you take, and what you give

Gonna come back to you, in this life you live

Love is all, we came here for

Nothing less, nothing more

One day son, you’ll leave home

You’ll find love, and have children of your own

You’ll teach them all, all ya know

You’ll wish them well, then ya gotta let-em go

You can choose your friends, but not your family

So I guess I’m stuck with you, I guess you’re stuck with me

Someday my son, you’ll be a man

You’ll see it’s all part of a plan

What you take, and what you give

Comes back to you, in this life you live

Love is all we came here for

Nothing less, nothing more

Where I’m Going

When I wrote this tune I had the feeling that this is the kind of music you might hear as you stroll up to an old porch in the Appalachian Mountains.  And there would sit several fellas sipping on some moonshine and singing about death and glory of god. The song could use a fiddle, banjo and mandolin, but an acoustic guitar and vocal is fine too.  Dance like you’re handling a poisonous serpent in one hand and shaking a tambourine in the other—–Hallelujah!!!!!!!