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Sun Mass Recital
We sat on the meadow wall,
Counted stars and felt so small,
Wondering, were there
Something more to say ...
The moon shone through these
Autumn leaves,
Tasting Honey Suckle breezes,
Waiting for morning again.


We knew when the time had come,
Packed memories ... blessed each one
And headed for the freeway like a stranger.
Through desert heat and winter rain,
Waiting to find a home again ...
Just some babe, a-looking for a manger.


Words & Music by Karen Anne Crown, 1974
© 2002 by Alan Horvath | BMI | All Rights Reserved


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