Essence of Time

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Essence of TimeWhen winds blow south at the turning of the seasonBrown leaves quilt the ground out by the old oak groveAll our fruit is canned and water pipes start freezin’Flames are peekin’ from our pot-bellied stoveForest shadows grow tall as a hunter’s talesWe pull up chairs and sip pumpkin aleThen we think of time’s sweet lessonsAnd how love is never left behindCos if time is of the essenceThen mem’ries are the essence of timeI weave your hand in mine although they’re still doughyFrom when I helped ruin your tart two-crust pieWe walk a piney path where the streams are snowyAnd think of each one as yesterdays gone byAs we let the highland waters wash our handsI know when we met is where my life beganChorus Many years ago we lay down by the riverWhere moonlight was mother’s milk upon the tideWhen I kissed your shoulders you began to shiverAnd released your love there on the riversideIf passion grows in the years to comeThen youth won’t just belong to the youngChorus We walk back through dark pine trees full of desireAnd a slow waltz by the old stove warms our bloodMaybe our four bare feet can’t out dance the fireO but fire can’t make love on an old fur rugAnd as those flames watch a woman and her manThey know when we met is where our lives beganChorus©2007 Robert George