Telling Stories - Greg Brown

Yesterday I was a boy running through the woods

My dog was my buddy, the wind was green and yellow

My dad called me to gather cedar branches

And soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories

We only have one life but we remember others

As we go from seed to seed, from glimmer to ashes

Our hands are very small, our eyes are very big

As we sit around the fire telling stories

You were standing in the church, then you moved my way

I never saw anything so beautiful or so ordinary

Seemed like we’d met before in a dream as real as stone

We were sitting around the fire telling stories

Everyone is scared, everyone’s alone

Unless hand reach for hand when the trouble comes

All around the world when the dark night falls

We should be sitting around the fire telling stories

Love moves like the wind, all we see is change

I tried so hard to hate you but I love you just the same

When you gonna visit?

When we gonna be

Sitting around the fire telling stories?

Yesterday I was a boy tearing through the woods

Oh my dog was my buddy, and the wind was green and yellow

My dad called to me to gather cedar branches

Soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories