I recorded a nice instrumental guitar piece celebrating a special season we have here in the Bay Area called “Fool’s Spring”. It comes after Winter, but it doesn’t necessarily mean the warm weather is here to stay. Nonetheless it’s glorious weather here today, and I hope this melody captures the feeling of it for you.
[G]Sonoma Red and [D]Olema Green
[Am}Have a little way of getting [C] in between
What I felt and what I seen
Feeling so good like I’ve never been
[Em] This sunset [D] just keeps [Am] blooming
[C] Like a rolling ocean [G] wave
[Em]The clouds [D]so all [Am]consuming
[C]That it’s taking [D]me [G]away
The red is in my body
Bringing warmth and a gentle sway
While the green is on my mind
In a most peculiar way
And they dance in me together to light up this sunny day
they lift my weary spirit like a thermal on the Bay
So come dance with me, beloved
Streaking tracers across the floor
Painting bouncing woozy circles
That I’ll see when my eyes are closed
VERSE 1
This love I’m in feels like a parched forest floor
Aching for the rains that haven’t come
An uneasy truce like needles of spruce that pile up into fuel
Fmaj7 – G – Am
Like underbrush in a heat wave, late June {2x}
VERSE 2
Cadd9 – Am7
And a careless word unkind could set the valley floor alight
With the fury of every hurt just covered over without a word
Fmaj7 – G – Am
Is going up like wild fire tonight {2x}
CHORUS
Fire season finally burn this old love away
It’s been ready to go up for far too long
The quiet kindling when there’s nothing left to say
means this love won’t outlive this fire season
Cadd9 – Am7
The Marine layer rolls in just after 3am
A dew falls and the flames just settle down
No more trees block the way of the rising of the day
Fmaj7 – G – Am
And the sunrise slides down the hillside to me
CHORUS
Fire season finally burn this old love away
It’s been ready to go up for far too long
The quiet kindling when there’s nothing left to say
means this love won’t outlive this fire season
INSTRUMENTAL
Cadd9 – Am7 (x3)
Fmaj7 – G – Am (x2)
Dmadd9. — Fmaj7
What love will grow in the ashes of the old?
Dmadd9. –G
What love will grow in the ashes of the old?
Dmadd9. — Fmaj7
Is it dead and gone or will my love soon be reborn?
Dmadd9. — G
What love will grow here?
CHORUS
Fire season finally burn this old love away
It’s been ready to go up for far too long
The quiet kindling when there’s nothing left to say
means this love won’t outlive this fire season
