This is My Home!

I have told you that I will occasionally burst into song.  Well, this is one of those times.   My friend Hans was playing some great music on the loudspeaker at work yesterday but I was not prepared to hear one of my all time favorite songs.   One of those songs that catches me right in the throat and brings tears to my eyes.  Tom found me leaning on the side of the produce alley being a big, blubbery girl and had the good grace to say there are songs that do that to him, too.  Of course, being the great jazz musician that he is, I was not really surprised that music moves him.  I am, however,  always a little caught off guard when my own emotions come so quickly to the surface.  I would blame it on my current exhaustion but that would be a cop-out.   I never could get through “Finlandia” without choking up when I sang with Voices for Peace.  Something about the subject of home and hearth always gets me going.    So here it is folks.  First a YouTube of a very young Dave Carter (who died tragically of a massive coronary in 2002 way, way too early) and Tracy Grammer singing “Gentle Arms of Eden” from their album “Drum, Hat, Buddha”:

And now the words,  go ahead, enjoy and have a good cry on me:

On a sleepy endless ocean when the world lay in a dream
There was rhythm in the splash and roll, but not a voice to sing
So the moon shone on the breakers and the morning warmed the waves
Till a single cell did jump and hum for joy as though to say

This is my home, this is my only home
This is the only sacred ground that I have ever known
And should I stray in the dark night alone
Rock me Goddess in the gentle arms of Eden

Then the day shone bright and rounder ‘til the one turned into two
And the two into ten thousand things, and old things into new
And on some virgin beach-head one lonesome critter crawled
And he looked about and shouted out in his most astonished drawl

This is my home …

Then all the sky was buzzin’ and the ground was carpet green
And the wary children of the wood went dancin’ in between
And the people sang rejoicing when the field was glad with grain
This song of celebration from their cities on the plain

This is my home …

Now there’s smoke across the harbor, and there’s factories on the shore
And the world is ill with greed and will and enterprise of war
But I will lay my burden in the cradle of your grace
And the shining beaches of your love and the sea of your embrace

This is my home…..

This is my home!


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