Fred Masinter: fiddle
Beverly Anderson: clarinet
Vocal and instrumentation: Steve Swellander
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fiogf49gjkf0d Words and music copyright 2000 by Steve Swellander
There are loves that whisper in muted tones,
There are loves that shout over mountains,
There are loves that stay gathered close to home,
There are loves that wander nations.
There’s a love that shatters a heart of stone,
There’s a love that captures the rainfall,
There’s a love that guides you to who you are,
There’s a love that can open your eyes.
Make your love
Make it with all that you are,
There is no art
That can teach you to know the depths of your hearts.
There are loves that speak in a hurtful voice,
There are loves that remain unspoken,
There are loves that yearn to be understood,
There are loves that ask redemption.
There are loves that speak with a sideways glance,
There are loves that roll like an earthquake,
There are loves that span over space and time,
There’s a love for this very moment.
Make your love. . .
Take this love and make it a flowering bush,
Take this love in your joy and sorrow.
Take this love and race to the mountaintop,
Take this love when you’re sick with fever.
Make this love in frenzies of ecstasy,
Make this love in restful twilight.
Make this love a merging of you and me,
Make this love a perfect circle.
Make your love. . .
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