We've made our village here beneath the live oak
Set within the bosom of the central Texas hills
Vulnerable to the wind and weather
Willing to the changes that open hearts instill

We're camped between the juniper and thistle
soon covered by the clay that's bourne upon the air
We sleep beneath the feathered lady mocking
Who's loudest in the morning when the sky is fair

I heard that there was breath here found for breathing
And branch by branch the ballad tree revealed
That I could leave behind the endless fists a' knocking
For the safety and abundance of this glowing field

There's time to listen to the songs of elders
Time enough to lend an ear to lyric in the rough
Stroll among the colored lights and vendors
Or fill your cup on campfires until you've had enough

I trust in you to catch me unexpected
The muse will come and draw me in and steal into my heart
Simple kindness finds you unprotected
I'll bring it home tomorrow, today we made a start

We take with us the taste of our communion
And all those voices ringing in my ears
I look forward to our moments of reunion
In this home away from home, year after year

© 1999 Threshold Music/BMI