From the recording Bound to Happen

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Written by Kate Wolf, Another Sundown Publishing

Lyrics

The Trumpet Vine © Kate Wolf, Another Sundown Publishing


The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window
and bloomed bright orange on the wall
You sat in the morning light holding a guitar
as the first summer rain began to fall
Like the gentle raindrops your words fell in the air
Making things so clear as we quietly sat there
It reminded me of other times you had come before
or brought a song or just walked in through the kitchen door

It seems the truest words I ever heard from you
Were said at kitchen tables we have known
For somehow in that warm room with coffee on the stove
Our hearts were really most at home
Sitting at a table looking hard at you
Catching up on stories of the things we tried to do
Seems we really said the most when we didn’t talk at all
Let the song speak for us like the sunlight on the wall

Now as we come and go in sunshine and in rain
Some years are seen more clearly than the rest
But if it weren’t for kitchen songs and mornings spent with friends
We all might lose the things we love the best
I can see you sitting there beneath the trumpet vine
Sunlight through the window in the kitchen in my mind
You came when you were needed I could not ask for more
than to turn and find you walking through the kitchen door.

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You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more
than to turn and find you walking through the kitchen door.