a poem of teddy macker's that i turned into a song with help from robert stillman (also eliot krimsky & dave sheinkopf). we played it for teddy and laura the night before their wedding, which will always be my favorite version, but the live recording of that had a giant buzz. this version was recorded on emile's porch on my last day in austin. it also has some buzz, but not machine buzz.
i play guitar & sing. mark parson plays fiddle. the wind, trees, birds & bugs were played by mother nature.
i took the photo of the view from pine mountain, high above the ojai valley.
i used to go to the mountains with violet, rose & iris.
i’d watch them bloom for hours, violet, rose & iris.
have you ever felt a night in the mountains with violet, rose & iris?
have you ever heard the pine trees cry like fountains?
i love all mountain flowers, violet, rose & iris.
they make me smile for hours, violet, rose & iris.
but joy like this dies with the embers, violet, rose & iris.
girls grow weary under their blossoms.
now i sing the old songs about violet, rose & iris.
now i sing the whole night along about violet, rose & iris.
& sometimes i catch the breezes full of violet, rose & iris.
& sometimes i cry like the pine trees... violet, rose & iris.
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