Lyr/Chords Req: Poet's Heart (Kate Wolf)

Subject: Poets Heart, by Kate Wolf
From: Hummingbird
Date: 19 Oct 99 - 09:42 AM

Hello friends, I'd like the chords to Poet's Heart if anyone should know them. I have the words, in the CD case and I can place them. If anyone has chords to any of the songs of Gold In California I'd appreciate it. Just chords, don't need lyrics, wouldn't want to...well you know, the whole lyric thingie. Thanks, much appreciated if anyone can assist. Hummer.

Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Poets Heart, by Kate Wolf
From: Hummingbird
Date: 19 Oct 99 - 09:34 PM

Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Poets Heart, by Kate Wolf
From: Hummingbird
Date: 22 Oct 99 - 07:37 PM

Pretty Please!!!!!

Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Poets Heart, by Kate Wolf
From: Roger in Baltimore
Date: 23 Oct 99 - 10:12 AM

Refresh, to help Hummingbird out.

Roger in Baltimore

Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Poets Heart, by Kate Wolf
From: Hummingbird
Date: 24 Oct 99 - 07:20 PM

Refresh, to help me out.

Subject: Lyr Add: POET'S HEART (Kate Wolf)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 15 Jan 12 - 04:09 PM

Lyrics copied from MaxiLyrics.com. I have checked these against the actual recording and I believe they are accurate. (I don't always trust lyric sites.)


POET'S HEART
Written by Kate Wolf
As sung by Kate Wolf on "Gold in California: A Retrospective of Recordings 1975-1985" (1986)

1. I wrote to you somewhere in South Australia,
A poet's heart in the eye of a hurricane.
"I struggle with finding words to sing these days," I said,
"As if my thoughts are waiting in the wings
For the stage to clear."

CHORUS: And you in your elegance and humor fill the room,
Your love and your concern,
Your anger at the injustice of men's narrowness and fear.
I thank you for being here.

2. You wrote of love from the coast of Mendocino,
A poet's heart crying a fighter's tears.
The children of your body spread out across this earth,
Like messages written across time,
Measuring the years.

3. I heard your songs reach out to California,
A poet's heart locked in the Coeur d'Alene—
Of the old men and the booze singing out the truth in lives
Of forgiveness and loyalties to friends,
Constant as the endless railroad ties.

4. So here we are joined finally by our words,
All poets' hearts close though far apart.
I remember how you said that language is a knife
That spreads what we feel across the dry crust
Of someone's heart.