Cascade
From the 2004 Creative Journal 11/25/04
Words and Music by John Compton
there ‘neath the silvery shade
my mind wonders the parade
of every road yet to be made
tumbling softly –
my cascade
but to the eyes a sweet serenade
where cool rhythm and blues is played
a winter storm before all is stayed
tumbling softly
my cascade
but so love’s smokey vail will fade
only replaced by what is paid
so pause, come to my aid
tumbling softly,
my cascade
so before I am finally laid
and my summer mind is grayed
allow me one more promenade
tumbling softly
my cascade
