Words and music copyright
1978/1999 by Howard Ashby Kranz
E
A E
1. There’s a
sleek, storm-tossed ship in my notebook
A E
That you drew there when we
first were friends,
B7
And the puffed cheeks of West
Wind
A
Blow the wild lines, in your
hand;
F# B7
It’s strange to think I was
not in love with you then.
E A E
There are words that I said
then that hurt you
G# A
Before I
understood who you are.
C#m A
Like infants we grope at dim
shapes; like beasts slashing out in blind waste,
F# B7 E
We wound and we heal, but
always there’s a scar.
E A E
2. There’s
an old fallen stone wall by the river
A E
Where some
true, painful thoughts were revealed.
B7
Though that wall’s cracked
and broken,
A
When our wounds lay open
F# B7
Till we hugged and cried,
that wall was our only shield.
E A E
Though we’re close, and we’re
kind, and we’re careful
G# A
Still we’re two young souls
striving in the dark.
C#m A
Love’s no flower that we’re
dreaming; it’s a root; it’s a tough thing
F#
B7 E
Whose strength clings in
twisting knots around our hearts.
A C#m A
Love’s no flower that we’re
dreaming; it’s a root; it’s a tough thing
F# B7 E
Whose strength clings in
twisting knots around our hearts.