Waiting for the Blue
The church bells have rung all day
And all the music has faded far away
And the clock runs time through
While waiting for the sky to blue
Washed out water-color window pane
The west is grey, a sign of rain
The day grows old and finally dies
Still waiting to see blue in the skies
Overhead above, the clouds still shining
Taking every ounce of wishes from the lining
Lies the golden sun in its darkness den
While waiting for the blue skies once again
I was a big fan of Laura Nyro back in the day. “Stoned Soul Picnic” and “When I Die” and so many more. Her voice was angelic and mysterious in the same way. Inspirational I wrote some stuff because of her, this was one of them. From “Love Songs for A Lonely Night” Summer 1974 MGert ©
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