Trumpet Vine

The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window

And bloomed bright orange on the wall

You sat in the morning light, holding your guitar

As the first summer rain began to fall

Like the gentle raindrops, your words fell in the air

Making things so clear as we quietly sat there

It reminded me of other times you had come before

And brought a song or just walked in through the

kitchen door

Now it seems the truest words I ever heard from you

Were said at kitchen tables we have known

'Cause somehow in that warm room, with coffee on

the stove

Our hearts were really most at home

Sitting at a table, looking hard at you

Catching up on stories of the things we tried to do

It seems we really said the most when we didn't talk at all

Let the songs speak for us like the sunlight on the wall

Now as we come and go, in sunshine and in rain

Some things we see more clearly than the rest

And if it weren't for kitchen songs and mornings spent

with friends

We all might lose the things we love the best

I can see you sitting there beneath the trumpet vine

Sunlight through the window in the kitchen in my mind

You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more

Than to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door

You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more

Than to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door

• Artist:Rainbow Girls