Lyrics Of My Youth: Tomorrow I'm Leaving

Dreams like springtime blossoms
Must be captured while they last
Before time's careless hand
Steals them from our grasp

If everyone's a singer
When love's his fleeting song
Then love me while I'm here tonight
Tomorrow I'll be gone

For tomorrow I'm leaving
I'll be gone come early morn
As sunrise pours her dawnlight on
The town where I was born

Go to the meadow for me
When the berries there are ripe
Take the poetry I left
Unfinished in the night

For tomorrow I'm leaving
I'll be gone come early morn
As sunrise pours her dawnlight on
The town where I was born

~~~~~
From August 1972

Lyrics Of My Youth

Somewhere back in the early 1970s, I fancied myself a songwriter and folksinger. I recently unearthed some lyrics and music sheets from those times, and I wondered: Where did that strange young woman go with her poems and her dreams? What would I think of her if I met her now?

In James Joyce's Ulysses, the character Stephan Dedalus ponders: "My childhood bends beside me. Too far for me to lay a hand there once or lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tryants willing to be dethroned."

And so I am posting some of my old lyrics here, bringing them forth from their weary and dark and secret palace, into the light of this new millennium. And I am finding in those old lyrics a few moments of charm and beauty and magic still.

I share them here with an older, and wearier world. Perhaps that strange young woman who journeyed so far in her dreams would smile.

Lyrics Of My Youth

Tomorrow I'm Leaving

Lyrics Of My Youth

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