A Song To Lose Your Shoes To
Oh, where were you, St Francis,
When I strapped the laces on my pair
And stepped outside to start anew
Just to see what lurked out there?
You've got me standin' on my knees,
A'searchin' for a beggar's alms,
From folks who're deaf to all my pleas
And blind to open palms.
I walked on down the boulevard
With arms stretched toward the sun,
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
And watched the shoes march off my feet,
Worn right down to the bone.
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
When all a sudden, down the way,
There was a startlin' noise!
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
Around the bend the judgement day
Completely took me by surprise.
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
And on that day I quit my job
To make a name instead
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
Only to find that in this life
You gotta have some bread.
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
So in my words I penned a poem
With all my heart and hand
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
And sealed it in an envelope
To send it first class to the man.
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
He told me he was deeply sorrowed
But couldn't see it in the press
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
And now I'm right back where I was
With nothing but St Francis
[St Francis walkin' next to me]
Oh, St Francis!
Oh, St Francis, I abide
Oh, St Francis!
Oh, St Francis, you just stay
right by my side
4/3/2010 11:46 pm
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Author's Note
To get the full sense of mood, the first stanza should be read slowly and solemnly, followed by an upbeat rhythm as noted by the gospel-like chorus in brackets.
THIS is music. I can hear it, and saying it aloud, I start to sing...
That's the kind of response that makes you feel like you've accomplished an important mission. Thanks, Linda! That was my primary goal with this piece, to make it sound like music.
Yeah, this works the way you intended, Scott. I've never been able to write songs. I admire those who can.