Song Description
Arose out of playing the sunrise set at Center Camp Cafe, Auguswt 27, 2008, Burning Man 2008, at the invitation of my daughter.
| Song Length |
4:20 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Joyful |
Subject |
Pride |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Black Rock Morning
Stephen Brunette
One cool Black Rock Morning, in a red desert dawn,
my daughter came to hear me play so I sang her a song
I wrote for her twenty-some years ago but hadn't played in a while.
I swear, when she sat there listenin', I saw a sweet familiar somethin' in her smile.
CHORUS 1
One cool Black Rock Morning I remembered who I am
when my daughter's Black Rock Morning eyes looked at me like they did back when
I was her hero, I knew everything, she knew I'd be there 'til the end.
One cool Black Rock Morning I remembered who I am.
I'm a dreamer, a picker, a poet, I know nothing but how life seems,
singing songs to children about following their dreams,
songs about cousins comin' and goin', and puppies born to be wild.
One cool Black Rock Morning I sang a song about a Dreamers' Child.
CHORUS 2
One cool Black Rock Morning I remembered who I am
when my daughter's Black Rock Morning eyes looked at me like they did back when
I'd sing her a song about a Dreamers' Child while she slept in a toddler's bed.
One cool Black Rock Morning I remembered who I am.
BRIDGE
Did I steer my baby wrong to tell her dreams she loves will come true?
Have I been stuck in my own dreams too long to know just what to do
to make this world a better place for her to live her days,
. . . to know just what to say to her to help her find her way?
The world's not makin' it easy to know anything for sure these days.
Then again, I've never known anything for sure, anyway.
But there's somethin' about a desert dawn that lets an old man see new ways
when his daughter's Black Rock Morning eyes say, "Don't worry, dad, me and my dreams will be OK."
CHORUS 3
One cool Black Rock Morning I remembered who I am
when my daughter's Black Rock Morning eyes looked at me like they did back when
I'd sing her a song about followin' her heart through her dreams 'til the end.
One cool Black Rock Morning I remembered who I am.
I'm no hero. I know nothing. But I'll be there 'til the end.
Copyright © 2008 Stephen A. Brunette