Bright Red Rose by The Crazy Bird

TCB's Comments:  One afternoon I was looking out the window and saw my little Sandra Rose standing there. She was about five years old then and had been playing hard all day. When she was young, it was almost impossible to get her to stand still long enough to comb her hair and often her hair would stick out behind her back so she looked like a secretary bird. Anyway, she caught my eye for a moment, the picture stuck in my mind and, years later, the lines: "There's an angel outside my window, standing there picking her nose, her hair's a mess and so are the rest of her clothes..." came into my mind -- that's how this song got started -- it tries to communicate something small children can teach us. -- Regards, Chuck Cliff

There's angel outside my window,
she hands me a bright-red rose!
She smiles at me so sweetly, then
she began to sing me a song:

She sang me a song,
an unending song,
a song that goes on and on...
It's kind of confusing,
but the words and the music,
the words and the rhythm are one...
As soon as you listen,
something that's hidden,
shines forth like the bright morning sun!!!

There is a song we all sing -- you know!
The melody's in everything -- that grows!
that grows -- you know...

There's angel outside my window,
she hands me a bright-red rose!
She smiles at me so sweetly, then
she started to fiddle with my heart:

Open your heart,
it won't tear you apart,
although at the start it may scare you...
Under the tree
a deep mystery
may suddenly be revealed you!
Take that first step
then follow your breath,
there's one thing left I can tell you:

Life is the song we all sing -- that's true!
The melody's in everything -- we do!
we do -- that's true...