Soapbox

Alberta Clipper

 

Indigo clouds riding in a low north sky,
Dead leaves chatter and scold
And race up the road ahead of me
As I turn my steps for home.

Solitary crow in a tossing tree
That sheds its last few leaves of gold.
Stubble in the corn field
Gray hair of a year grown old.

      And maybe it's the Alberta Clipper
      Or maybe it's just thinkin' of you
      That has me staring at a cold north sky,
      That has my heart so blue.

I don't need an almanac to know
Something's gonna freeze tonight.
It's the way of nature, it's the way of hearts:
What was soft and green goes cold and white.

Black crow riding on the winds of change,
My heart hears the song that he sings.
We're riding out the storms of life
On strong but fragile wings.

      And maybe it's the Alberta Clipper
      Or maybe it's just a change that's due
      My heart is weatherman enough to know
      That a storm is coming through.

So the year grows older, but no wiser:
Hey, ain't that just like me?
When will I learn that seasons end
And some things just cannot be?

Let it go, let it go!
Winter's winds are gonna blow
Wrap your heart in tight around you girl,
And keep your head low.

      And maybe it's the Alberta Clipper
      Or maybe it's just thinkin' of you
      That has me staring at a cold north sky,
      That has my heart… so damn so blue.

 

I was raking leaves the other day and the wind picked up as a storm front approached….and I wrote this song.