Crocus
Album: 12 Songs
By: Buckman Page
By: Buckman Page
Duration
4:27
Description
Since I can remember I've always let out a thick belly laugh at the site of a crocus. Seeing a crocus pop up in Spring makes me forget winter for a split second. That year I saw, for the first time in Chicago, a crocus poke its head through a pile of 2-week-old big-city (blackned) snow and I let out a laugh. However unnatural this poor little flower seemed against a backdrop of soot and fog, I didn't care - maybe I wasn't far from home. ^ML
Lyrics
Oh, a crocus through the snow It's cold in Chicago I'm starting to miss my home Where my summer nights were spent In the stars, in blue mountains In a field with all my friends If dreamy memories were't such thieves I would love it here But as blazes of delight flow through my heart I'm lost - But every time I try to find home I'm back in those old fears But the truth Make heaven where you are. But i'm grown like a king without a throne Like sadness left alone Old with none to show. Where I'd sit And I would stop to stare Over seas of drowning cares Never met, no cross to bear. If dreamy memories were't such theives I would love it anywhere But as blazes of delight Flow through my heart I'm lost - It's every time I try to find home I'm back in those old fears But you, it's up to you. Make heaven where you are. But I'm unknown Like a pebble never thrown Like a sad seed on a stone Waiting for the crows. If dreamy memories were't such theives I could love it here But as blazes of delight Flow through my heart I'm lost - It's every time I try to find home I'm back in those old fears It's up to you. To make heaven where you are. It's up to you. You, make heaven where you are. Oh, a crocus through the snow It's cold in Chicago I'm starting to miss my home. credits released 28 April 2012 Crocus Written by Marcus Lohrmann Performed by Buckman Page Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Stark Naked Records Artwork by John Williamson
