I wrote these lyrics about my my dad who, after climbing mountains for over 60 years, developed a neurological condition called peripheral neuropathy which, over the course of a few years, has resulted in him being confined to a wheelchair in a nursing home. On a few occasions I’ve seen his spirits lift for a brief moment as he is transported out of his chair by the laughter and play of children.

Over fences into trees
the children’s voices carry me
and even though I cannot run
through the open door I join
their laughter
on a quiet street
echoing into the infinite
to grasses green and overrun
while backs ignore the setting sun
I join them in this magic place.

It’s so warm , so warm
these memories and reveries
calm the waters soothe the storm

On the lake and in the stream
the children’s voices carry me
and even though my legs are weak
through the open door I join
their whispers
as they chart a course
past grown up doubt
to the impossible
to desert sand and mountain spire
only they can fly as high
I join them in this magic place.

It’s so warm, so warm
these memories and reveries
calm the waters soothe the storm

It’s so warm, so warm
these memories and reveries
give me strength to carry on.


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