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Polly Alice

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Jazzy Breakfast





Below is a blues song I wrote.  I've been working on different parts of it for almost ten years.  It's come out this way below.  It's dedicated to the sweet baby I lost named Rose, and to my kids who I love so much I can't help singing and dancing.

Quote:
“Come have some breakfast.” - Jesus

 
 
 
Jazzy Breakfast
 
Gonna sing to Baby, and here’s how it goes,
Sing it to Baby, and here’s how it goes,
 A song for Baby’s gotta be—gentle and low.

Gonna sing while were cookin’ when the sun comes round,
Stir up something good when Mr. Sun comes around,
Come to breakfast, Baby —the best that ever went down.

It’s gonna taste real good--Oh yeah, it’s gonna taste good.

Let’s reach up to the dawn, and bring it down low,
Reach your hands up high while standing on tiptoe,
We’ll squeeze oranges—freckled and flecked with gold.

Let’s pick Baby’s strawberries from this old ground,
Pick sweet ripe berries from this dark old ground,
We’ll cook enough jam for this entire town.

It’s gonna taste real good--Oh yeah, it’s gonna taste good.

Peel a pat of sunshine now the sun’s raised up,
Take a pat of yellow sun, and melt it in our cup,
We always have enough—when our bread’s buttered sunny side up

Honey for our biscuits makes them nice an’ sweet,
Honey on those biscuits makes them taste so nice and sweet,
We always wear flowers--just to please any bees we meet.

It’s going to taste real good—Oh yeah, it’s gonna taste good.

Baby’s ready for some swinging in the old oak tree,
Ready for a swing in the old  swingin’ tree,
We’ll practice letting go-- letting Baby fly fast and free.

Baby’s hungry for a story that’s nice an’ long,
Hungry for a story that is deep, wide and long,
We’ll tell it tall as a mountain--sweeter than our song.

It’s gonna sound real good--Oh yeah, it’s gonna sound good.

Gonna sing to Baby, and here’s how it goes,
Sing it to Baby, and here’s how it goes,
 A song for Baby--has gotta gentle and low.

Gonna sing ‘til Baby falls into a dream,
Sing as our Baby sails off to a dream,
Sing the last silver high note ‘til the moon pours out its cream.

It’s gonna sound real good--Oh yeah, it’s gonna sound good.


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