Texty
SONGS ROUND THE FIRE, by c. Ronee Blakley/Sawtooth Music, ASCAP Ronee Blakley Productions Inc,, Blakley Records - Distributed by Symphonic
Since mother died
I go to reunions
I took them for granted They’re dear to me now Dad’s growing older Still golfs every day Songs round the fire Are special that way
Songs round the fire in the high mountains Beside the clear lake
Beneath the tall pines
Voices rise up to stars in the darkness’s Rhythm guitars mark the passage of time
I never knew how much I would miss her There is no like the loss of your mom Like most things in life
You have to go through it
To know how it feels When time marches on
Boulders and cliffs
They don’t change much
They look the same year after year Something to go by
As the days flow by
Like smoke from the fire
And the songs that I hear
Let’s throw another log on the fire
We’ll keep it burning throughout the night
We can deep while others sleep
And listen to dad’s cowboy songs by the golden light
Songs round the fire in the high mountains Beside the clear lake
Beneath the tall pines
Voices rise up to stars in the darkness Rhythm guitars mark the passage of time
Yodeleo yodele yodelo
