Stranger in the Straw

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Stranger in the Straw ©2016 Robert George BMI

Well, I broke down on a county road in Kansas,
All I had were paint and brushes and a canvas in that beat up Oldsmobile
It was getting late…I needed some assistance,
So I walked off toward a farmhouse in the distance and I saw her in the field

She invited me inside cos night was falling,
Somewhere in the shadows warmer light was calling and our hearts had much to say
So we talked and talked while sipping chamomile tea,
And I told her painting somehow helped me feel free to live life in my own way

Then she took my hand and led me outside to the loft
And we lay upon desire…secret, dark and soft

O and though she hardly knew me,
Somehow she could see right through me
And she touched the lonely soul she saw
Her and heaven are related,
That’s why no man has created
Beauty like the stranger in the straw

Come the dawn I sketched her on a piece of paper,
That was years ago and yet I can’t escape her though I’ve traveled ev’rywhere
Cos her soothing whispers were a silent choir,
And her red hair nearly set the straw on fire as she stripped my spirit bare

Since then I have painted sunset cliffs in Yalta,
Moonlight’s ghost just off the midnight coast in Malta as it walked upon the sea
I’ve seen murals in a Byzantine cathedral,
Ancient sculptures that were holy and cerebral from Peru to Italy

And yet ev’ry timeless relic only proves
That no mural captures how a woman moves

O and though she hardly knew me,
Somehow she could see right through me
And she touched the lonely soul she saw
Her and heaven are related,
That’s why no man has created
Beauty like the stranger in the straw

I have oils and water-colors on a Paris wall
And yet it’s a pencil sketch I treasure most of all

O and though she hardly knew me,
Somehow she could see right through me
And she touched the lonely soul she saw
Her and heaven are related,
That’s why no man has created
Beauty like the stranger in the straw