This past Sunday, a group of us gathered for The Moment at Boyd Mill farm. We listened as Carol Warren and Dale Whitehead told us about the waters that covered their farm four years ago and the emotional response that comes with such trauma. As song writers, they found the lack of words difficult and challenging, so that’s what they sang about.
Words Won’t Come Nov. 2010
Carol Warren and Dale Whitehead
The landscape changed while I was away
Found it just re-arranged, nothing more to say
Barn in the trees, the water left it there
Things that it held- like other memories- scattered anywhere…
And words won’t come
Words won’t come
Breathe in the bottom land, and then ask me why
Stir up the sand, unpredictable skies
Dig in the dirt, then carry the tune
We’ve known hurt, but always knew what to do….
Now words won’t come,
Words won’t come
Words won’t come,
words won’t come
Now I’m mapping the route, and washing the blood
Drank through the drought, and swept out the flood
Lost half the crop and most of my mind
No pen to paper can save me this time
Cause words won’t come
Words won’t come
Words won’t come
Words won’t come
Bob Clement then added this song about The Rain.
The rain
It keeps me quiet inside don’t you know
But it’s tearing up my mind inside out
To know that I’m bound to live through at least one more day
Waiting for the rain to stop it’s falling down
Chorus:
But I can take the rain
And I can take these clouds
I can stand this wind that’s whipping through me now
I been taught to hold on
Till the rain has stopped it’s falling down
It can slow my soul right down to nearly nothin
Just starring at nearly nothing through a window pane
But I know every drop that falls
Is gonna leave just a lil bit closer
To when the rain has stopped it’s falling down
Repeat chorus:
Words are often meaningful anytime when put together with such artistry, but when they are so deep in a particular moment, tying in past, present, and potential futures, the only response is awe… and prayer.
David
