Songs from the Garden

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Tracks

  1. Plenty
  2. When I Get to Heaven
  3. The Strawberry Girl
  4. Two Houses
  5. Chasing Fireflies
  6. Peach Pie
  7. Elizabeth’s Shoes
  8. Day Old Bread
  9. Sheila
  10. The Blackest Crow
  11. Your Laughing Daddy

Lyrics

Plenty

We have rowboats
And flipflops made from tires
Homemade ice cream
And church choirs

We have snapshots
And T-shirts from Springsteen’s
Born to Run tour
And mood rings

We have plenty
We have plenty
We have plenty
We have more than enough to get us by

We have farm teams
And fresh corn off the stalk
We have big dreams
And small talk

And we have old friends
With poems on their tongues
And dumb jokes
And strong lungs

Chorus

Yogena cittasya padena vacam
Malam sarirasya ca vaidyakena
Yopakarottam pravaram muninam
We have more than enough to get us by

We have good books
And screen doors
And tool kits
And clean floors

We have wind chimes
And pet names
And snow days
And soft rains

Chorus, Repeat

Copyright 2009 Allison Adams, All rights reserved

When I Get to Heaven    

I like my laundry on the line
Prayer flags in the spring sunshine
When I get to heaven
I’ll hang my laundry on the line

I like to play my mandolin
Send old tunes out on the wind
When I get to heaven
I hope there’s music on the wind

The undiscovered country
Far across the sea
The undiscovered country
Find a place for me

I like to lie beneath the stars
And wonder how I got this far
When I get to heaven
I hope I still can see the stars

The undiscovered country
Far across the sea
The undiscovered country
Find a place for me

I light a candle in your name
And hope that you will do the same
When I get to heaven
Light a candle in my name
When I get to heaven
You know that I will do the same.

Copyright 2009 Allison Adams, All rights reserved

The Strawberry Girl

The citizens line the streets of Plant City
The marching band starts and the banners unfurl
On the very first float in a sea of red satin
Sit the queen and her court of strawberry girls
The beautiful strawberry girls

She rode the ponies from the time she was standing
Reins in her fingers and hay in her curls
But her mama was queen back in seventy-seven
So she put on the dress of the strawberry girls
She made like a strawberry girl.

Nothing is real outside of Plant City
The world’s cruel ride is an interstate away
She wants for nothing and there’s no one to pity
She might as well stay

Saturday night, and the festival is over
Manure and cologne fill the air in a swirl
The dirty white sash slips over her shoulder
The sun goes down on a strawberry girl
Sweet dreams, you strawberry girl.
Don’t forget about the strawberry girl.
Sweet dreams, all you strawberry girls.

Copyright 2008 Allison Adams, All Rights Reserved

Two Houses 

Yours is a monument
That rises by the lake
That the power company made when they built the dam and
Took what they could take.

Mine is cinderblock
Laid with my own hands.
We built it when the power company came to town and
Moved us off our land.

Two houses
Two houses
Two houses,
I’m outside looking in.

I drive here when the sun falls
Your place lights up the shore
Years ago I watched the water swallow up a town when they
Stopped the river’s roar.

I enlisted after high school;
For a time I went away.
I came home to build your mansion but the damned thing is,
I can’t afford to stay.

Two houses
Two houses
Two houses, I’m outside looking—

You think you are invincible
That your stone and steel will be here forever, but I know
That water breaks down stone
And steel bends to the will of fire.

I want to be God’s instrument,
I want a life of peace.
But I sit between the water and your walls and I
Wonder if I’ll ever find release.

Two houses
Two houses
Two houses, I’m outside looking—
I’m outside looking in.

 Copyright 2007 Allison Adams, All Rights Reserved

Chasing Fireflies

Turning out my porch light,
I step into the evening in May
I watch my neighbor’s children streak across my backyard
In the swimsuits they’ve worn all day
They’re laughing in the twilight and following those flashes
That are never where they seem
Tonight they’re chasing fireflies, but soon enough, they’ll be chasing dreams

I wish I could remember
What time felt like stretched out so far
When I thought that I could catch a living light
And keep it in a jar
When I reveled in long summer days
That ended when the treefrogs started to sing
I was chasing fireflies, but soon enough, I’d be chasing dreams

It’s too dim for a photograph
But oh, to capture this light
To hold on to carefree joy
Before it fades into the night

I will stand here tonight for a while
And watch the evening fall
I will trace an evanescent gleam
Against the darkness of my garden wall
And maybe for a moment I will cup inside my hand
A tiny glowing thing
Tonight I’m chasing fireflies, tonight I’m chasing dreams
Tonight I’m chasing fireflies, but soon enough, I’ll be chasing dreams

Copyright 2010 Allison Adams All Rights Reserved

Peach Pie

I know a guy
He says he makes peach pie
My, oh my, I say with a sigh,
Honey, I’d like to try
A piece of your peach pie

He says he likes his peaches
Ripe and soft
Adds a little sugar
To take the edge off
I’d like to try
A piece of your peach pie

He’s been talkin pie for a month or more
I’m just about ready to go to the store
Find a Mrs. Smith’s in the freezer section
Gotta get me some of that flaky confection

Oh oh oh, I can’t cure my lust
For bubblin fruit In a double crust
Honey, I’d like to try
A piece of your peach pie

I don’t want frozen,
I don’t want canned I want fresh peaches in my pie pan
A nice hot slice with a scoop of ice cream
‘Cuz I like a little cold stuff with my steam

Oh oh oh, wontcha cure my lust
For bubblin fruit In a double crust
Honey, I’d like to try
Mmm, that sweet delight that you just can’t buy
Honey, I’d like to try
A piece of your peach pie

Copyright 2011 Allison Adams, All Rights Reserved

Elizabeth’s Shoes   

A pink velvet slipper
Embroidered on the toe
A high-heeled boot
With a satin bow
There’s old cracked leather
And soles worn thin
She touches them and wonders
Where have they been

Every shoe a story
She imagines whose
But only Elizabeth
Can fill Elizabeth’s shoes

She finds them in junk shops
Sometimes without a mate
Maybe it’s a sign, she says—
Maybe this is my fate
Baby boots are sad, she says—
Do you remember yours?
Better to have limped a few miles
Or danced across a new oak floor

Chorus

They sit in a display case
Heels turned just right
Gold buckles gleaming
In the living room light
She’s never worn them
Never even tried them on
She’s waiting for the glass one
She knows he’ll bring when her prince comes

Chorus

Copyright 2008 Allison Adams, All Rights Reserved

Day-Old Bread

The chickens have all gone in to roost now;
They line up side by side just to keep each other warm.
As the daylight fades, they know exactly what to do—
Would that I knew, too.

There’s a piece of day-old bread on the kitchen table;
I meant to call you up for some toast and talk and tea.
But my doubts got in the way and my excuses out of hand—
Things didn’t go as I’d planned.

Day-old bread:
Words I wish I’d never said.
All my shoulda-beens and my good intentions
Lay there like day-old bread.

The light begins to gather in the morning;
The chickens shake their plumage and they look around for food.
I love the way they simply go where they’re led—
Straight to my day-old bread.

Day-old bread:
Words I wish I’d never said.
All my shoulda-beens and my good intentions
Gone like day-old bread.
All my fears, my regrets, and my inventions
Nothin’ but day-old bread.
It’s just day-old bread.

Allison Adams, Copyright 2007, All Rights Reserved

Sheila

Sheila, strong as your coffee,
Soft as your biscuits,
Sweet as peach pie.
I feel a warmth rising in me
When you slide your taters
Into the deep-fry.

Sheila, when you clean my table
Leaning way over
To wipe every crumb,
I steal a glimpse of your neckline
And catch a whiff of your Peppermint gum.

You balance a side dish of turnip greens
On the heel of your palm;

Oh, Sheila, in this world of madness,
Your sensible shoes tread a cadence of calm

Sheila, you move so efficiently,
Slipping a dollar bill
Under your sleeve;
You heal a hunger within me,
And I am well satisfied
When it’s time to leave.

I don’t come here for the ambience
Or for the ham on my plate;

It’s the thrill of you bringing my order.
Blessed is my Sheila
Who stands and waits.

Sheila, strong as your coffee
Soft as your biscuits
Sweet as peach pie.

Allison Adams, Copyright 2008, All Rights Reserved

Your Laughing Daddy

I am going back to Jackson
To soothe my crying child.
Her heart is growing troubled,
And her dreams are growing wild.

Hush, my baby, hush, my darling,
You will be alright.
Your laughing daddy is with you
In the sweetest hour of night.

When the barred owl sings her question,
When the fireflies glow,
When the katydids whisper
Secrets soft and low,

Hush, my baby, hush, my darling,
You will be alright.
Your laughing daddy is with you
In the sweetest hour of night.

Hush, my baby, hush, my darling,
Demons will take flight;
Your laughing daddy is with you
In the sweetest hour of night.

Allison Adams Copyright 2005, All Rights Reserved