THE TORCH

I'm in the music room and you're in the garden and we're wasting the day away I'll sing you a song if you plant me a seed deep in the dark warm clay The dog is sleeping on the old broken blanket that we lay out on the porch He dreams fitful dreams in deep blues and greens He's always chasing the torch Always chasing the torch The window is open and the breeze obliges. It smells of early spring Faint hints of blossoms in cold fists of winter. It's all such a marvelous thing. The dog is growling at something that he's dreaming or is it a cry of remorse? He dreams fitful dreams in deep blues and greens He's always chasing the torch Always chasing the torch