Three years ago when I started this site, I posted a few bits of my writing. One piece of prose that I posted was called “You are a House.”
The song, “You are My House” is loosely based on that piece of prose, and also was a songwriting exercise that I gave myself–to write a song in a minor key, and to use a different song form. Most of the songs I wrote prior to this one followed a simple verse-chorus-verse-chorus structure. This song, in contrast, does not have a chorus, but a short bridge. I hope you like it.
Anne Page McClard · You are My House
Lyrics
Rooted on a granite bluff
Above the great river
Windows of your soul look west
Watching flows of smooth waters
Water never rests
You stand witness to human toil
In fecund fields of fragrant soil                     Â
Winter blankets you in snow
Below your walls shiver
Timbers of your bones stand tests
They lie above flood waters
Water never rests
You fear nothing but river snakes
In dormant dreams fear awakes
You are my house
Let me in.
Talk to me
Talk to me.
Silence is your favorite sound
Inside your echo chamber
The attic of your mind keeps pests
They feed on thoughts of tired tears
Water never rests
My love survives in constant quiet
Your inner life is far too private
Talk to me
Talk to me.
Talk to me
Talk to me.
