It’s That Time of Year

December 23, 2014 § Leave a comment

My wife spent a little time together the other evening singing a few songs. Afterward, I said I guess I need to write a Christmas Song. She agreed. So I have.

I’m not a big fan of many of the traditional religious Christmas carols. To me, a lot of them (not all, though) sound a bit somber and somewhat overwrought, completely lacking in the joyful aspect of the season. Part of that feeling is no doubt due to the fact that I did not grow up in an overtly religious family.

Regardless, Christmas has always been to me a time of friends and family, a time to put differences aside and share one another’s company. In some way, I suppose, an opportunity to make a new start. My song was written in that spirit. I hope all of you have a Merry Christmas, regardless of how you choose to celebrate or not celebrate the occasion.

This Merry Christmas Eve

The presents are wrapped, all the stockings are hung
The kids are asleep, and the carols are sung
We stand ‘neath the mistletoe, just you and me
For a last kiss this Merry Christmas eve

The lights on the tree, all shining so bright
Reflecting the promise of a magical night
Watching them glow, it’s not hard to believe
In love and hope this Merry Christmas eve

There’s a chill in the air
And a warmth in our hearts
That comes around this time of year
The joy of the season
The moments we share
When family and friends gather near

The hour is late, the lights are turned low
A last cup of cheer, one final Christmas bow
The sleigh has been packed, Santa’s ready to leave
To make his rounds this Merry Christmas eve

(instrumental)

There’s a chill in the air
And a warmth in our hearts
That comes around this time of year
The joy of the season
The moments we share
When family and friends gather near

The hour is late, the lights are turned low
A last cup of cheer, one final Christmas bow
The sleigh has been packed, Santa’s ready to leave
To make his rounds this Merry Christmas eve

To one and all, a Merry Christmas eve

© 2014 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

The Search for Meaning

December 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

In all the years that I’ve been writing song lyrics (good and bad), I think it is safe to say that most of the lyrics I’ve written have been for love songs of one sort or another – songs about unrequited love, the meaning of love, falling in love, losing love, etc.

Occasionally, though, I like to try to add a twist to what I write. Sometimes that involves writing about something from a different point of view or about something completely different. In this case, though, what I’ve tried to do is infuse the possibility of multiple meanings.

On the surface, this song could be taken as one of losing love. However, when I began writing it, I was also thinking of a friend who had lost a loved one to the ravages of Alzheimer’s, so I wanted that to flavor this song as well. Read it, and let me know if I succeeded.

Behind Those Eyes (Somewhere in Time)

I look to find the thoughts behind those eyes
That seem to look so far away
I never was much good at reading minds
These days, you don’t have much to say

I look at you and wonder where you’ve gone
Some inner haven I can’t reach
Fallen behind
Somewhere in time
With no way to repair the breach

I look to find the girl I used to know
I see a glimmer now and then
Just for a moment, then the moment’s gone
And you’ve run off around the bend

I look at you and wonder what’s inside
That heart I can no longer touch
You lost the key
To reality
It simply got to be too much

I felt you slowly slip away
Into the spaces of your yesterdays
I hoped that I might find you on the other side
But you were gone, you couldn’t stay

I know we’ll never be the same again
We can’t recapture what we had
When I think back on all we used to share
It brings a smile yet leaves me sad

I look in vain for some familiar sign
The person that I used to know
Left me behind
Somewhere in time
For someplace that I couldn’t go

I look to find the thoughts behind those eyes
That seem to look so far away

© 2014 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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