Amy by Spectator Bird

Amy
You think you're aging
But trust me, it's just that wily January
Next month
You're gonna wake up
With a new song on your tongue

Even the bluebird at your feeder
Dons the same winter coat in grey
See, his friends all packed up for winter
He can't remember why he stayed

But there's bread in the oven
Silent, rising
Lonesome, turning golden
As golden as you
And Amy, you'll rise too

The trees all tremble naked
And reach their branches towards the clouds
Hear 'em praying for salvation
Too heavy-laden to be proud

Tell them there's bread in the oven
Silent, rising
Lonesome, turning golden
As golden as you
And Amy, you'll rise too

Amy
I think maybe
We're the same in many ways
We live in memories and dreams
But next month, we're gonna wake up
We're gonna wake all the way up

And what is there to do til then
But work and wait and learn to be grateful?
The old sun dies to rise again
Golden and new
As golden as you
And Amy,
You'll rise too

• Folk
• shenandoah-valley
• singer-songwriter
• sister-duo
• Virginia