Aaron's Song
There’s a time for us to wander when life is new and all is free,
There’s a time for moving onward when time is young and so are we.
And on that day we start our story, always searching for something new,
We need to cross one more horizon and walk in the morning dew.
One fine day, an April morning, Aaron heard the call to roam,
He packed his bag and kissed his mother then he walked away from home.
And on that day began his story, his search for something new,
He fixed his eyes on the far horizon, his feet were wet in the morning dew.
As he walked his steps were eager, his soul was light, his heart was strong,
He felt new life all around him, the budding trees and the robin’s song.
What would be Aaron’s story? Would he find his something new?
Would there always be a next horizon? Would he stop for the morning dew?
On the road he met a jester whose face was frozen in a smile,
But in his eyes there was a sadness, his soul was crying all the while.
What could be the jester’s story? Did he find his something new?
Did one horizon cause his heart to break with the morning dew?
Further on he met a gypsy who lived his life on the open road,
His home was a rolling wagon, he owned what he could load.
And he wondered why the gypsy traveled, did each town hold something new?
Or was each stop just hesitation, never seeing the morning dew.
The sun went down and it was time for Aaron to rest his head.
He turned in to the forest, with the leaves he made his bed.
And he dreamed of Aaron’s story, searching for his something new,
His mind flew o’er the next horizon to look down on the morning dew.
And he dreamed of someone waiting, someone calling out to him,
Her face was hidden, her voice was clear, calling out his name.
Was she a writer in his story? Did she hold his something new?
Was she beyond the next horizon? Did she stand in the morning dew?
There's a time for us to wander when life is new and all is free,
There's a time for moving onward, when time is young and so are we.
And on the day we start our story, always searching for something new,
We need to cross one more horizon and walk in the morning dew.
a song written and composed by RAC