Josh McBride

Came to the cold just to see you Standing there in expectation Pulling coat and blue eyes staring Oh, this vision does me good. In the city we don't know yet Across thes not yet burned Where the ice won't let us further Wind our way down through the woods. Take me to the attic ladder In the barn with broken floors With your boots of spanish leather And my hat knit out of yarn And my hat knit out of yarn. You are in the seat beside me You are in my dreams at night You are in grandmother's wisdom You are in grandfather's charm. Show me your trees in the orchard With the music on their branches Keep them from the mouths of creatures Who intend for them no good. Take me out past the wind break Speak the thing you could not utter, When we'll howl and moon will cower At the magic of the word. Oh, oh. Darling this is when I met you. For the third time not the last Not the last time we are learning Who we are and what we were. You are in the seat beside me You are in my dreams at night You are in grandmother's wisdom You are in grandfather's charm.