Kate Wolf - The trumpet vine

^ATHE TRUMPET VINE GREW IN THE KITCHEN ^DWINDOW AND ^EBLOOMED BRIGHT ORANGE ON THE ^AWALL ^AYOU SAT IN THE MORNING LIGHT, ^DHOLDING A GUITAR AS THE ^EFIRST SUMMER RAIN BEGAN TO ^AFALL ^DAND LIKE THE GENTLE RAINDROPS YOUR ^AWORDS FELL IN THE AIR ^DMAKING THINGS SO CLEAR AS WE ^AQUIETLY SAT ^ETHERE IT ^AREMINDED ME OF OTHER TIMES ^BmYOU HAD COME BEFORE AND ^E7BROUGHT A SONG OR JUST WALKED IN THROUGH THE KITCHEN ^ADOOR ^ANOW IT SEEMS THE TRUEST WORDS I EVER ^DHEARD FROM YOU ^EWERE SAID AT KITCHEN TABLES WE HAVE ^AKNOWN ^A'CAUSE SOMEHOW IN THAT WARM ROOM, WITH ^DCOFFEE ON THE STOVE OUR ^EHEARTS WERE REALLY MOST AT ^AHOME ^DSITTING AT A TABLE LOOKING HARD AT ^AYOU ^DCATCHING UP ON STORIES OF THE ^ATHINGS WE'D TRIED TO ^EDO ^AIT SEEMS WE REALLY SAID THE MOST WHEN WE ^BmDIDN'T TALK AT ALL ^E7LET THE SONGS SPEAK FOR US LIKE THE SUNLIGHT ON THE ^AWALL. ^ANOW AS WE COME AND GO, IN ^DSUNSHINE AND IN RAIN ^ESOME YEARS ARE SEEN MORE CLEARLY THAN THE ^AREST ^AAND IF IT WEREN'T FOR KITCHEN SONGS AND ^DMORNINGS SPENT WITH FRIENDS ^EWE ALL MIGHT LOSE THE THINGS WE LOVE THE ^ABEST ^DI CAN SEE YOU SITTING THERE ^ABENEATH THE TRUMPET VINE ^DTHE SUNLIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW IN THE ^AKITCHEN IN MY ^EMIND. ^AYOU CAME WHEN YOU WERE NEEDED, I ^BmCOULD NOT ASK FOR MORE THAN TO T^E7URN TO FIND YOU WALKING THROUGH THE KITCHEN ^DDOOR.