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Tanglewood Tree

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(Signature Sounds)

Tanglewood Tree, exquisitely
written, beautifully
performed and perfectly programmed, represents
the very best that contemporary songwriting has
to offer. Tracy Grammer steps forward as lead
vocalist on several songs.

1. Happytown (All Right With Me)
2. Tanglewood Tree
3. The Mountain
4. Farewell to St. Dolores
5. Hey Conductor
6. Crocodile Man
7. Walkin’ Away From Caroline
8. Farewell to Fiddler’s Rim
9. Cat-Eye Willie Claims His Lover
10. Cowboy Singer
11. Farewell to Bitterroot Valley

TANGLEWOOD TREE
by Dave Carter

Love is a tanglewood tree in a bower of green
In a forest at dawn
Fair while the mockingbird sings, but she soon lifts her wings
And the music is gone
Young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide
When the red summer poppies bloom
But love is a trackless domain and the rumor of rain
In the late afternoon

Love is an old root that creeps through the meadows of sleep
When the long shadows cast
Thin as a vagrant young vine, it encircles and twines
And it holds the heart fast
Catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes
And the moon in their tousled hair
But love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie
And a half-whispered prayer

I’m walkin’ down a bone-dry river but the cool mirage runs true
I’m bankin’ on the fables of the far, far better things we do
I’m livin’ for the day of reck’nin countin’ down the hours
I yearn away, I burn away, I turn away the fairest flower of love, ’cause darlin’

Love is a garden of thorns
(Love’s garden of thorns, how it grows)
And a crow in the corn
(Black crow in the corn hummin’ low)
And the brake growing wild
(Brake nettle so pretty and wild
And thistles surround the edge of the)
Cold when the summer is spent
(Dim dark hour as the sun moves away)
In the jade heart’s lament
(Lamenting a lost summer day)
For the faith of a child
(Who nurtures the faith of a child
When nothing remains to cover her eyes?)
My body has a number and my face has a name
(My body has a number, maybe my face has a name)
And each day looks the same to me
(Each hour like each hour before)
But love is a voice on the wind
(This longing is a voice on the wind)
And the wages of sin
(She cultivates the wages of sin)
And a tanglewood tree
(In a tanglewood tree)

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