my name is Judy Collins
with a most beautiful smile
opening a simple folk song
playing for you, awhile
with high hopes of singing melody
in a lively rock and roll band
underneath the 60's boardwalk
on the wet and silver sand
with Stephen Stills and his gentle hair
watching the clowns
twisting through the air
never knowing if they'll ever
manage to travel anywhere
into time passing by and slowly
into the new tomorrow
into our broken hallways
where i have no need for sorrow
when i have you on my mind
inside my secret garden
where often i have dined
with flowers and special friendships
i hear that someday very soon
war will fade from memory
we will see the rising of the moon
turn the pirate ships
into tender lover's lips
it will reach across the stage
to free a lonely heart locked within it's cage
and welcome in the new dawn
before our laughter is all gone
my name is Judy Collins
and if i had the choice
i would bring a special memory
with heartfelt diamonds in my voice
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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