Jeff Nesvig

Separate winds

 

May the winds of change carry you away

To a place where you can live your dreams

That special place only you can see

That special time when you where free.

 

There are lions loose in the garden

And an elf hiding in the trees

The music is playing

A song of desperate memories

 

A song for you and only you can hear

The silence that is ringing in your ears

A song of separate winds

A song of change for you

A song of separate winds to carry you thru

 

Now the lions are loose in the garden

And the elf is hiding in the trees

And lonely footsteps past the roses

Are all anyone can see

To know that you were there

 

May the winds of change carry you away

Into that place you want to be

Far away from the garden and the trees

And the desperate memories

 



Soda Pop

 

I have a soda pop and I want to share it with you

Maybe take a little walk together

We could talk about life or the weather

As long we’re together that’s all I want to do

I want to share my soda pop with you

 

I only had a nickel but if I had two

I would have bought  a soda pop for me and you

And we could take a little walk together

And we talk about life or the weather

 

When I grow up that’s all I want to do

I want to take a little walk and talk about life or the weather

It doesn’t really matter as long as we’re together

And I can share my soda pop with you

 

But I have a soda pop and I want to share it with you

I’ve been looking at you and all the things you do

And I want to take a walk and talk to you

There just so many things I have to say

So if you have the time

I would like to share my soda pop with you

 

We could take a little walk together

And I would share my soda pop with you

we could talk about life love and the weather

as long we’re together that’s all I want to do

I want to share my soda pop with you.




Momma Cried

 

 

I was born here in this town

About a mile from the railroad tracks

In an old tin roof shack

We all called home.

 

We didn’t have much but we had each other

And an old radio we would gather around at night

And listen to Teddy give a fireside talk

And momma always said everything will be alright

When Daddy gets home.

 

And Momma cried.

 

She cried for her man that went off to war

She cried waiting

Waiting for a day that never came.

 

And Momma cried.

 

I was born here in this town

About a mile from the railroad tracks

In an old tin roof shack

We all called home.

 

We didn’t have much but we had each other

And Teddy told us it was gonna be alright

Cause the sky dried up

And the crops went bad but momma held on

To me and my brothers and sisters and the morning sun

With everything she had.

 

And Momma cried.

 

On Sunday morning momma dressed us all up

For Sunday service and we prayed to the Lord

For rain and to bring daddy home again

Oh dear God Momma cried.

 

Momma cried in the family room all alone

After us kids went to bed

Momma cried

For a man that never came home.

 

 

By a fireside talk she prayed to the lord

For rain and daddy to come again

But Teddy said it was gonna be alright

And Momma cried.



Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in San Diego.


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