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The smell of fresh rain
On this muddy windy path
Brambles overgrow
Thorny barbs reach out and snag

Insects buzz and flitter about
Birds chitter in the dry tall grass

You and I walk along
On Sunday morning

The dog runs up ahead
He’s sniffing everything
Is that a rabbit in the bush
Yeah he bolts and chases him

We call his name he stops his game
He looks around and gallops back

You and I laugh aloud
On Sunday morning

And whoa we worried so so much
About the world and where we live

Now it seems so small
Why'd we make it so big

My sweater is warm
Your scarf is very fetching
Soup’s on in the kitchen
Warm when we get home

The sun peeks out from behind the clouds
We talk of things and nothing at all

Then we walk without a word
On Sunday morning

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from The River Beach Recordings, Vol. 2, released April 20, 2019

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Bruce Robert Boise, Idaho

Sometimes I feel like my head is radio receiver for random melodies floating around the universe. I have the experience, desire and know-how to take those melodies and create a complete piece of music from it. As long as I can remember, that’s how it’s generally worked for me. I rarely set out to write a song. They just sort of pop into my head, and I give form to the idea. ... more

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