BRIGHT RED ROSE
(by 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 rhythmn 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 mysterey
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...
One afternoon I was looking out the window and saw Rose standing
there. She was about five years old then and had been playing hard
all day...
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's about
something very small children can teach usCC