Campfire Light
I like to hang out by the campfire light
And sing old songs like farmers used to do
The music sounds so right under real starlight
With five guitars, all strumming out the tune
Maybe my heart beats like
A big old bass just thumping out the time
And my mind falls in line with a simpler time
When horses waited for the nights to end
I like to break out of the dance hall scene
Play a kitchen junket or a barn
Where the mandolin wails, the banjo player frails
And the fiddlers call out the next old tune
Sing me an old song
Sing it loud and play it out strong
And teach me all the words while I’m picking up the chords
Seems like I can never learn enough
I like to sing high lonesome harmony
With an old time gospel bluegrass choir
And fa so la me, I will always come to tea
If you’re turning pages in that sacred harp
I know that these hills
Have heard most of these old tunes before
And I hope they always will ring out with ballads still
And sing on strings of fire in the wind
By Rebecca Padula
© 2004
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