Getting enough sleep has become an ongoing struggle as the years accumulate. Yet there's always a tune going in the mind that keeps things flowing, so I thought of a few words to describe how grateful I am for this beautiful gift called music:
HUMMING MYSELF AWAKE
Here we go again, too early to be healthy,
Sun won't be up for a couple of hours yet,
The old proverb said this might make me wealthy,
Another old wives-tale I'd like to forget.
Cares about life tend to haunt at night,
Something quite tiny, becomes oh so immense,
And little things bother me, something's not right,
Can't put it down, it all makes no sense.
CHORUS: A sleep-deprived stagger, yawn through the day,
A job to get done and a dollar to make,
But there's always a song, to lighten the way,
Music sings within, as I hum myself awake.
My wife asks each morning, what's that tune?
She always hears the hum, always hears the whistle,
As the morning dawn brightens to blot out the moon,
A soft song flows out, while the day is yet still.
It might be a riff that I heard long ago,
Or a piece of a fragment that I can't quite recall,
As the harmony dispatches each anxious foe,
Blessed melody, rich harmony, conquers it all.
CHORUS: A sleep-deprived stagger, yawn through the day,
A job to get done and a dollar to make,
But there's always a song, to lighten the way,
Music sings within, as I hum myself awake.
Life without music, would be life without living.
