When Robin and I first were courting, we wrote each other songs. This was mine for her and it incorporates a golf reference (Robin’s family are all golfers) and a phrase from a story she told me. The music I had been playing on my guitar for years and I finally found the lyrics through her. Interestingly enough, we each wrote a second song for each other in the years following, and I think those second songs were less generic and more solidly connected to who we were. I guess the communication got better. My second song is B’shert, also included here.
Lyrics
Falling
There’s a spot behind a cloud where wondering is still allowed
That’s where my life has gone
The bumpy flight that brought me here has made it absolutely clear
That I don’t know what’s going on
Lost in the skies for all that implies
To someone who flies when he looks into your eyes
And it feels like falling when your world turns upside down
Yes if feels like falling but you never hit the ground
Unsure where I’ll land I reach out for your hand
And perhaps this way you can understand who I am
That’s my plan, Robin Anne
Something’s lost and something’s gained but everything remains the same
Though someone has strayed from the path
Start with three, take one away, three remain and so you say
I just can’t handle the math
Love’s course is tough and you lie in the rough
But with the right stuff you can get us close enough
And it feels like falling when your world turns upside down
Yes if feels like falling but you never hit the ground
Unsure where I’ll land I reach out for your hand
And perhaps this way you can understand who I am
That’s my plan, Robin Anne
When the pace starts getting slow, that’s the time for letting go
Saying goodbye to the past
We know we soon must leave behind the lives by which we were defined
And we start falling at last
It’s just making do but the sun’s breaking through
And this trip’s taking you to a breathtaking view
And it feels like falling when your world turns upside down
Yes if feels like falling but you never hit the ground
Unsure where I’ll land I reach out for your hand
And perhaps this way you can understand who I am
That’s my plan, Robin Anne