Circle of Fifths

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FAWM is back, and here is my first effort.  Actually, it is my second effort, but I finished this one first.  I’m going to try to make more polished recordings this year than I did last year, but I didn’t want to miss out on the first day, so I did what I could with the time I had.

There is a musical puzzle in the lyrics of verses 1, 3, and 4.  Let me know if you get it.

©2011 by Stephen G Brown

Well the circle of Fifths keeps on turning
I catch a glimpse of the sun in her hair
She says “five” I say “one” we reach four, we’re not done
We sit around the fire with the children, and we’re home

Wind whipped the waves in the water
And the same wind it tangled her hair
I was just mesmorized by the light in her eyes
So I held her hand and I never let it go

One night we sit by the fire
Four children nod off to sleep
Seven o’clock, then three hours gone
Six a.m. drinking two cups
My five fingers wrapping her hands

One word I offer is even
The reason you’re sick suffering too
and if I’ve become one afford me a sea venture
there even music’s got to survive the throne