Roots Music Report

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Lyrics

Maybe it’s the winter skies that cloud my mind
In this dreary little town
Because November came with its buckets of rain
And I was ready to lay it down
I been a blind man walkin’
Tappin’ my way along the stones

But though it’s hard to hold onto it
It’s even worse to let it go

Sometimes I wish I knew
Who put the music in the air
Why the branches of trees move to melodies
Why the birds sing and the poets dream
I can’t make it stop
At times I might have tried when I was feeling low...

So sing me a gentle song
I like ‘em sweet and soft and slow
The ones that they don’t play on the radio

So much precious time
Is lost without a thought
But who can say what lies ahead
We’ve done the best with what we’ve got
So hear me when I say
If there’s just one thing that I know...