So, I like writing songs. I'll betcha can't guess what this one's about... {wink.}
Oh, and please ignore the times I go pitchy. This is a demo, after all. {Has no real excuse.}
"Twenty-Six Moons" © Ashley S. Harmon
(Any theft of music, lyrics, and/or ideas is unlawful and just plain rude.)
What'cha see in Bristol?
Your hands must feel so stiff.
Yeah, sitting here in California
Makes me think of it.
The springtime's bloomed without you.
And ragged winter coats,
They never stop the chill of Utah
From following me home.
My, my!
My accent's too American for that life.
We've driven off old whims.
Oh, twenty-six moons!
Twenty-six moons
Before you're home.
Tell me how it feels
To cross Old London's bridge.
And face those hands that point to me
Over sea and ledge.
Remember that it's dawn here.
I'll watch the western sun.
No matter where I go from here,
This will always be my home.
My, my!
My accent's too American for that life.
We're dancing our new whims.
Oh, twenty-six moons!
Twenty-six moons
Before you're home.
And if it takes
A million more,
I'll wait through all
Of these cold moons...
Before you're home.
{{Home.}}
What'cha see in Bristol?
Your hands must be so stiff.
Yeah, sitting here alone,
I think of it, I think of it.
