Street Preacher's Vow

Morning wind sweeps the street clean of its yesterday.

"No one buys songs of love today," street wisemen say,

but all the silver tongues

that flash those mean street wisdoms

turn into a dull empty babble without love.

Rising, I feel a wind that has no east or west

carrying welcome revival in its every breath.

By that wind that has no name

I know I will always change

and still somehow, I will always be the same.

So tell me kindness and honesty don't wear too well.

The brand new style is fast and cool deceit, if you can't tell

but on this hard old street

I swear I've just got to preach

the message of love just the way it comes to me.

The rough cut video of the song was posted on YouTube on 3/31/11 - click here to watch that video. The tune then had the title and lyrics below.

For the Flowers

Morning wakes me someplace I've not been before.

No one here to say which way I might want to go,

but I rub my eyes and I can see

the country road winding past my feet

and so I guess I'm going to find out where it leads.

Rising, I feel a wind that has no east or west

carrying welcome revival in its every breath.

By that wind that has no name

I know I will always change

and still somehow, I will always be the same.

So tell me how much farther down this dusty road

whistling a song for the flowers as I go.

If my footsteps leave a track

deeper than the dirt and sand

I couldn't say, but someday I might come back.