Swallowed by the sun



I was a medic in Ansbach, Germany on the last night of a 48-hour shift. I was in the basement of the dispensary playing my guitar on a break. I heard someone coming down the stairs but didn’t look up—just kept playing and singing. Then I saw blue swede boots cross in front of me and when the song was finished, I heard a voice felt deep inside and that balanced me in a way as never before.

I looked up and saw the most beautiful young woman sitting across the room. I was a mess after being up for 40 hours—no shower, unable to talk—but I knew at that moment 40 years ago that she was something magical to me. She was staying in the Helicopter barracks and was sent to the dispensary because of a bomb threat. That was the only 48-shift I ever worked in Germany and she just happened to hear me when my friend, Joe Celeste, opened the door to the basement. She asked him, “Who is that?” and he said, “just a mouse gnawing on the baseboard.”

So that’s how we met. I wrote this song, along with Danish Eyes, for our 40th anniversary. It covers a lot of ground—our wedding with friends, the honeymoon in Florence, and the discovery and learning that take place in a 40-year relationship. I have to say, it’s been an awesome trip so far!

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Swallowed by the sun

The moon was over Florence,
Our dreams were in the sky,
a walk, a talk together,
by the Arno riverside,

And as the moon it waned,
into the morning sun,
I dreamed that da Vinci came,
and painted us in love.

Some fine day,
there will be no mistaken,
the sound of your voice,
whispered lite on the moon.
Until the end of time,
when we’re all swallowed by the Sun,
I’ll be your light of life,
if you,
will be my love.

You know the years they fall away,
like a warm summer rain,
with you there to help me thru,
friends keeping sane.
it was the 19th day of December 75,
we got together with some friends,
to celebrate our life.

And some will say,
true love can’t be mistaken,
listen to your heart,
and you will find,
that at the end of time,
when we’re all swallowed by the Sun,
nothing will matter then,
except,
the ones you love.

And that fine day,
there would be no mistaken,
the sound of your voice,
whispered lite in that room,
until the end of time,
when we’re all swallowed by the Sun,
Let’s try to light this life,
and dream the world is one.

The moon… is over Florence….

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