Smith Creek/Over and Around

05:49
Nealon
2004-01-01
Copyright 1999 Dave Nealon

Story

Branches of Smith Creek drain the dales of our neighborhood into the North Fork of the Shenandoah. I wrote Over and Around while riding out a fairly mild hurricane on Chincoteague Island. Something about my daughters' fear and excitement and trust worked on me. The last stanza is for a good friend who stayed loyal despite my poor judgment.

Lyrics

Over and Around Copyright 1999 Dave Nealon Lacey Spring, Virginia Waves surge over me, rush toward shore I dive quiet just below Rip tide pushes; currents pull In the power of ocean flow Over and around, Over and around Over and around You’re washing me Over and around, Over and around Over and around like foaming seas Inspiration is spirit-wind Breathes a word that’s always true Endless space behind the sky Deep black fades to windy blue Over and around, Over and around Over and around, You brush by me Over and around, Over and around Over and around October breeze Sway of hammock rolls me to sleep Sunshafts fall through lens of green Oak and poplar, locust, beech Quilted canopy for my dreams Over and around, Over and around Over and around, You shelter me Over and around, Over and around Over and around like spreading trees I never noticed, I’d just heard the poets And phrase catchers but I listened to the real thing this time Oaks rustle warnings and pines whisper calming And I want their message to change my mind Now I miss you every day since I’ve gone Never give up though you know me best You’re beside me in the storm I treasure most your forgiveness Over and around, Over and around Over and around, You comfort me Over and around, Over and around Over and around You’re my family