Angie Pierce Jennings
www.angiepiercejennings.com

Lyrics

 

 

 

Lady Leila

  

Lady Leila she lived in the Dogwood tree 

And the bees made her again and again 

And the twisted roots told her age  

And the tufts of purple redbud show where she’d been 

  

Lady Leila she wore it well all winter long 

And now comes a spring of sun drenched daze 

Take a whiff let the scent lose your age 

  

Up on her tippy toes she throws her rainbow down 

From her tippy toes she throws her petals to the ground 

One by one  

Run run run 

One by one  

Run run run 

  

Lady Leila was gone 

Lady Leila was falling in love again 

Lady stay a while 

Lady stay a flower 

  

When she’s gone you can’t tell where the Dogwood lies 

Must you wait while the Lady hides? 

Bees will buzz with the news of her return and you might 

Feel the quickening when she’s ready to love again 

  

Lady Leila she lives in the Dogwood tree 

And the bees make her again and again 

And the twisted roots tell her age  

And the tufts of purple redbud show where she’s been 

  

  

   

Envelopment

  

Jane Eyre and anything Shakespeare, 

Classically just stacked up on a shelf. 

About a day until you pack them away. 

And leaving no trace, you’ll forget they were there. 

Box them up and ship them away, and in their 

Envelopment, 

Envelopment, 

Who will ever know? 

Envelopment, 

Envelopment, 

Who will ever know? 

  

Address a letter to the one you love, 

Try to tie it to the ankle of a dove, 

Don’t be surprised when it decides not to fly, 

You can try to keep those words in case you open up. 

Don’t forget they’re conveniently contained, and in their 

Envelopment, 

Envelopment, 

Who will ever know? 

Envelopment, 

Envelopment, 

Who will ever know? 

  

Write upon the pages of a journal, 

Spill your life out with the scratching of a quill. 

Find it hard to recognize the one, 

Who wrote just a year ago, not to mention twelve. 

Bind them up and lock them away, and in their  

Envelopment, 

Envelopment, 

Who will ever know? 

Envelopment, 

Envelopment, 

Who will ever know? 

  

Ask the sun to heat the wind before it hits you. 

Grab a handful and put it in a jar. 

Screw the lid tight and put it on a shelf, 

You can lie and tell yourself you’ll seize it later if you want to. 

Tell yourself you can keep a perfect day, and in its 

Envelopment, 

Envelopment, 

Who will ever know? 

Envelopment, 

Envelopment, 

Who will ever know?     

  

  

  

Orphan Train 

  

A heartbeat. 

A pulsing. 

What powers that be power me? 

  

Am I English? 

Am I Irish? 

Do I come from across the sea? 

  

What is my pedigree? 

Do I care? 

Is that me? 

  

Well I might be just a little boy,  

But I’ll make my way. 

I’m gonna take a name, 

And I’ll survive the Orphan Train. 

  

A history uncertain, 

Who’s this little street urchin?  

Line ‘em up on the block. 

Let me flee from this flock. 

What’s his age? Can he sing? 

Can he do a dance for me? 

  

Well I might be just a little boy, 

But I’ll make my way. 

I’m gonna take a name, 

And I’ll survive the Orphan Train. 

  

I am the descendent  

Of something uncertain 

Turned upside down  

Into something I’m proud of. 

  

A heartbeat. 

A pulsing. 

What powers that be power me? 

  

If I’m English, 

If I’m Irish, 

If I come from across the sea, 

  

I have no pedigree. 

I don’t care. 

It’s not me. 

  

Well I might be just a little boy, 

But I’ll make my way. 

I’m gonna take a name, 

And I’ll survive the Orphan Train. 

  

If you ever ask yourself, 

What am I?  What am I? 

You can proudly answer, 

I am my own. I am my own. I am my own. 

  

Heartbeat. 

Pulsing. 

I’m the power that powers me. 

  

I might be just a little boy,                       

But I’ll make my way. 

I’m gonna take a name, 

And I’ll survive the Orphan Train. 

  

Well I might be just a little boy,  

But I’ll make my way. 

I’m gonna take a name, 

And I’ll survive the Orphan Train.   

  

  

Cat Print 

  

There’s a cougar cat who tiptoes through the timber surrounding my house.  

Though I’ve only seen her shadow I know her.   

She is long and lean and lonely.   

She is fierce and fearless and shy and cautious. 

She’s a graceful agile dancer,  

A swift and merciful huntress.   

  

Her purr permeates the ground as she rolls and suns herself in the weeds. 

She leaves wide proud paw prints by the stream.   

We eye the same trees, the same sky, the same water, she and I. 

The mystery of her keeps me company.  My predictability must keep her calm.   

  

She’s been pushed here or dragged here and left here, 

Too far into the heart of the land. 

Though she’s made a life here she knows that she does not belong. 

I find the bones of her kills by the log pile, 

At least she’s somewhat discrete. 

Is it her duty to bring order to the chaos of this blindsided balancing act of theirs? 

  

When the leaves turn and the wind turns and her purpose is served. 

I start to worry a little what she’ll do come winter. 

I’ll try to keep her safe. 

I’ll hide the bones of her kills. 

I’ll smooth away her tracks on the ground, 

And I’ll stand the weeds up again. 

If I could whisper to her just one thing I’d tell her, “Let’s never be mothers.” 

But would she listen?  She probably couldn’t listen to me.  I hope it’s understood. 

  

Her purr permeates the ground as she rolls and suns herself in the weeds. 

She leaves wide proud paw prints by the stream.   

We eye the same trees, the same sky, the same water, she and I. 

The mystery of her keeps me company.  My predictability must keep her calm. 

  

  

  

Beautiful Creature 

  

She’s a beautiful lovely creature 

And like anything surviving in the wild 

She’s got to keep her mind on self preservation. 

She’s just living by the laws set forth by mother nature. 

She could build her walls up tall stone by stone, 

But if the rest of her life starts here she says, now baby I’m not gonna fear. 

  

See I was a bean pod  

Then I was a bean pole  

Then I was grown. 

I know the earth will welcome me back home. 

I’d like to make some sense of this truth that I seem to be on the verge of. 

How will I say it all? 

How will I sing it all? 

So that all that I knew is not lost in the hue of the evening moon.  

  

The smell of the country, 

The slow and easy way that you greet me. 

The wave of a blade of grass. 

The moves of the water 

And its dance with the wind. 

I can hear you whispering wherever I am.   

Will you believe that I love you when I leave you again and again? 

  

I want to love you ‘til I’m old.   

Who am I if I’m not you? 

You’re the sun and the wind and the stars and the far away cry of a wolf. 

I’m not really sure where you begin and where I end. 

Will you forgive me? Can you forgive me if I forgive myself? 

  

You’re a beautiful lovely creature and beauty is what you’ve created. 

Beautiful Creature, beauty’s still what you create. 

You’re the sand and the silt and the loam and the place I call home. 

Even when I leave, I’m still here. 

Creature of beauty, Beauty’s creation.