A TRAVELING DAY

A slow, splashing rain shines the streets.
Heart knows the rhythm of rain -
a drop by drop steady repeat,
over and over again.

Clouds move along on Interstate 10,
just like a caravan rolling.
All moving west to the sea and the sand.
Maybe there's sun where they're going.

(Chorus)
A traveling day on planet Earth.
Everyone doing their thing.
Philosophers ponder what has most worth.
The Troubadour travels and sings.

Rumble of thunder: the drummer Upstairs,
announces crescendo from time to time.
Somewhere in the desert, a thirsty one stares,
and rain is as welcome as wine.

How long will it take for the quarrels to cease ?
Till we know that we all share the Boat ?
Till we offer each other a season of Peace,
as we move through the Cosmos afloat ?

(Chorus)
A traveling day on planet Earth.
Everyone doing their thing.
Philosophers ponder what has most worth.
The Troubadour travels and sings.

( © 1996 -"Future Folk" Music - Betty Curtis )

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