(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake)
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
'Pipe a song about a Lamb!'
So I piped with merry cheer.
'Piper, pipe that song again.'
So I piped: he wept to hear.
'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!'
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
'Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read.'
So he vanished from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear
1 | Summer Evening |
2 | Canned Goods |
3 | Eugene |
4 | Two Little Feet |
5 | If I Had Known |
6 | The Iowa Waltz |
7 | Think About You |
8 | Out In The Country |
9 | Daughters |
10 | Walking The Beans |