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Voice From the Blue Feather Lodge Lyrics

Voice From The Blue Feather Lodge was a great project that we're glad to have had available to the public since 1997. This recording is primarily Kathryn singing with Cathy Wilson as back up vocalist and a few other friends adding their vocals and instruments to various tracks. Order it here. All songs on this album are written by Kathryn Morski with the Mockery poem written by Katherine Dixon Riggs.
1 - Patience

by Kathryn Morski


Patience is a virtue, the wise men say, 

And I've lived my life in patience, waiting day to day. 

When you know just when the fun begins, waiting may be nice, 

But it's my belief there comes a time when patience is a vice.


I've been waiting too long for my ship to come in, 

Waiting much too long now for my life to begin. 

I've waited for other folks to say it's time to go. 

Been waiting in the wings too long. It's time to start the show.


All my life they told me to be patient, wait my turn. 

Through being patient, I was told, life's lessons I would learn. 

Seems I learned my lesson much too well. Life never came my way. 

Gonna stop this patient waiting. Gonna start my life today.


Cause I've waited for the bureaucrats to set this country right. 

I've waited for the dark to go instead of turning on a light, 

And I've waited for a prophet, Lord, to tell me what to do, 

And I found if you're ever going to change a world, you're gonna 

have to start with you!


I've been waiting too long for my ship to come in, 

Waiting much too long now for my life to begin. 

I've waited for other folks to say it's time to go. 

Been waiting in the wings too long. It's time to start the show!


2 - Mockery/Sweet Lady Moon

By Kathryn Morski


Sweet Lady Moon, you are wild, you are fair! 

Unicorns dance in the silence you share. 

Measure for measure, the wind sings your song: 

"Silver the treasure you'll seek your life long!"


Dance, Lady Moon, as Earth dances below 

In the spell cast by your silver glow! 

Dance, Lady Moon, as Earth dances below 

In the spell cast by your silver glow!     


Sweet Lady Moon, you are wise and serene! 

Smile from above on the crystalline scene. 

Silver the chill in the sweet, stirring air; 

Silver the stars in the net of your hair.


Dance with me, Lady! Oh, dance to the tune! 

It's a fine time to dance with the Moon! 

Dance with me, Lady! Oh, dance to the tune! 

It's a fine time to dance with the Moon! 

Dance with me, Lady! Oh, dance to the tune! 


It's a fine time to dance with the Moon!


3 - OUIL

By Kathryn Morski


I can see the stars above and they are shining in my eyes. 

Tonight, I want so badly to believe your pretty lies! 

You may say I'm high on life or on the moonlight up above 

Truth is, I'm under the influence of love!


Yes, I'm under the influence of love, all right. 

I haven't touched a drop, but I am drunk tonight. 

I may hate the morning light, but it's tonight I'm thinking of.

Tonight, I'm under the influence of love!


If this giddy, dizzy feeling doesn't leave me weak, 

I'm afraid that my unruly tongue will start to speak 

And I'll babble on about such things as hearts and rings and doves 

Because I'm under the influence of love.


Yes, I'm…


Well, I've thought this whole thing through and it is clear:       

You intoxicate me more than booze, pot, pills or beer!


If the moon were not so golden, if the night were not so blue 

I just might keep my senses when I stand this close to you, 

But the night is on your side, and so I'm left with just one plea: 

If there's a god up in that heaven, she'll watch out for fools like me!


I am…


4 - Superior

By Kathryn Morski


I like my job here, in the city, but when I close my eyes 

I see a hawk go arrowing up into Northern skies… 

Alpine meadows, sweet with Spring filled with small stars, blossoming. 

Life's astir in every budding tree. It's calling me!


Cold water pine country's calling my name, 

Telling me wasting a life is a shame. 

Luring me back to that freshwater sea, 

Place where my heart wants to be… 

Place where my heart wants to be…


Sixteen weeks in a factory town.  

Smells and sounds and the crowds got me down. 

Honest earth seems so far away today!


Cold water pine country's calling my name, 

Telling me wasting my life is a shame…


Cranes fly home now to the north country 

Ferns spring up, and the wind blows free. 

And the melting streams are calling to me, 

“Come on home! Come on home!”


sick of the concrete and the tired sirens' cries, 

longing for the shorebirds and the wind-rushed skies! 

White pine beckons by a rock-lined bay, calling today..


Cold water pine country's calling my name…


5 - Weeds In The Garden

by Kathryn Morski


There are weeds in the garden, and she calls them by name: Hawkweed, chicory, Queen Anne's Lace. 

Though she did not plant them there, she loves them all the same for their wild perfection,         

and their careless grace. 

And the seasons, spinning to a longer tune, wrench the days of our lives away.

But her love, and her joy, and her peaceful heart will move with her from day to day.


The feet that once danced so have now slowed to a walk but the smiling voice is still as sweet and alive, 

And I'd sit for hours just to hear her talk or to share her stories of the time gone by 

While the clouds paint pictures, and she weaves a web that's a dream of the days to come. 

She's a joy! She's a friend. She's a living bridge that leads to where I started from.


And I asked her for the secret, and she said, with a grin, 

"When love brings a dream to your waiting heart -- let it in! Let it in!"


There are weeds in the garden, just a part of the plan. Tomatoes bloom like summer never ends, 

And her eyes see beyond them to the seed and the spring and the vines next summer; fruit she'll share with friends. 

And the song of the Seasons is the tune that she hums, or the one at the end of the day, 

And her love, and her joy, and her peaceful heart will shine on us to show the way.


And I asked her for the secret, and she said, with a grin, 

"When love brings a dream to your waiting heart -- let it in! Let it in!"


6 - Friend Like You

by Kathryn Morski


I walked along the power line last evening 

As the sky turned an immense, amazing blue. 

The thin moon tucked a star at the edge of her smile. 

Kind of reminded me of you.


Where are you now? Are you lost along the way? 

Where are you now? Do you think of me and say, 

"Where are you now?" Is the message getting through? 

I sure would hate to lose a friend like you.


I sat down at my desk to write a letter 

But there seemed to be a poem coming through. 

It's the best thing I've done in a long, long time. 

Kind of reminded me of you.


Where are you now?..


We were working on the roof again last Friday. 

It was hot until the storm came blowing through. 

We sat out on the lawn and got soaked to the skin. 

Kind of reminded me of you.


Where are you now?..


7 - Money Helps

by Kathryn Morski


You can live on nothin' but love and beans, but money helps.

You can smile as holes sprout in your jeans, but money helps.

You can laugh at the crass bourgeoisie,

Read Mother Earth News 'neath the old apple tree,

But those fancy plans don't come for free,

          And money helps.


You can make great fun of Perrier, but money helps. 

You can drive that rusty Chevrolet, but money helps. 

You can celebrate with the cheapest wines, 

Look forward to wealthier times 

But just to pay those library fines, 

          Money helps!  


Now, I'm not knocking simple pleasures -

          I know that cash can't cure all ills,

And I'm not looking for a ton of treasures -

          Just enough to pay some bills…  


You can live a life of solid worth and money helps. 

You can fill your days with fun and mirth, and money helps. 

You can dance with big holes in your shoes; 

You can say it's the simple life you choose; 

But it's not rich folks invented the blues -- 

          Money helps!


                                  Money helps!


8 - Thrush

by Kathryn Morski

 

I'm tired of fights and promises. I'm tired of trying to please you and not making it.

I'm tired of having no time left for me, of trying to laugh and ending faking it.

What happened to those words we shared, about the value of the souls

     we'd come to know?

What happened to those evenings when I'd lie down in your arms,

    Listen to the thrush down in the meadow?


It seems that all those dreams we shared are turning into how you think it's supposed to be. 

It seems my dreams are brushed aside, and just the daily chores are where you're needing me. 

I love the man I still can see, behind your tired face, behind the frowns you show. 

I long to lie down in your arms and listen to the thrush,

    Singing like a flute down in the meadow.


I don't want you to change your life for me. I only wish you'd sometimes notice mine. 

I'd like to share a dream again, to have the chance to play together, feeling fine.

Let's spend a day just slowing down, relaxing from the sunrise to the sunset's glow.

Then wrap me in your loving arms. We'll listen to the thrush,

    Singing like a flute down in the meadow!


9 - Laverne's Song

by Kathryn Morski


I used to walk to the store in my everyday dress.

Used to walk with my kids to the park.  

Used to run to the window to watch him come home.

How I loved our long walks in the dark!

Used to ski through white meadows, used to dance until dawn

 At the hall on the road south of town.

I used to do all these things, felt as though I had wings,

And now, I just walk up and down through the town.   

          Now, I just walk up and down.


You see, the kids who went walking changed to kids who drove cars

And the kids and the cars moved away.

They write letters. I don't see them, so I guess I just dream

Of those times at the park, when they'd play.

My Richard died of cancer over five years ago

Then my hands and my eyes let me down.

I used to live in my own house and mind my own life.

And now, I just walk up and down through the town.

Now, I just walk up and down.  


You see, the girls at the Home, here, they try to be kind.

We all do the best that we can.

It's not their fault, or mine, that I somehow got old.

It's not their fault they don't understand.

 

Another family's in my house now, like a bloom on a vine,

And I'm glad that they've kept it alive.

It seems strange here, with no kitchen, and I can't plant a thing,

And the trees fight concrete to survive.

I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't trade even one day of my life.

I wouldn't wish all my scars to be gone.

First you crawl, then you walk, then you run through your life,

And I can still walk up and down, up and down.

I can still walk up and down. 


I still walk up and down!


10 - 500 Miles from El Paso

by Kathryn Morski


I've got miles on this car. I've got lines in my face.

I've been workin' too hard for my fun.

And I'm dizzy with stars over canyon-cut plains

And the feelin' of life at a run.  


And I'm 500 miles from El Paso.

Abilene's just a light on the sky,

And the moon's sinkin' fast into West Texas

And so am I!

 

Well, these ripplin' plains are a humblin' sight

Lyin' under the blanket of stars.

And the air is so sweet that it just might erase

All the smoke from those nights at the bars.  


          Now I'm...


 I've got places to go, I've got songs in my head.

There is music I'm longin' to play.

And there's one thing I know: Every mile in the dark

Brings me one mile closer to the day.


          Now I'm...


11 - Bessie

by Kathryn Morski


Bessie is a woman who gets things done.

She's not one of your fancy folks, spends summers tanning in the sun.

She likes to sing and she loves to laugh. She likes to have her fun,

But Bessie is a woman who gets things done!  


Well Bessie went to work for a farmer; got up at the break of day.

First, she fed his 98 cattle their 98 bales of hay.

Then she milked them all, churned the butter, too, Cleaned the barn and she went 

inside

Asked the farmer "What else before breakfast?" That farmer nearly died


(He said) Bessie you’re a woman who…


Well, Bessie went off traveling Just to see the Himalayan ice.

She thought those peaks looked pretty neat, So, she climbed Mt. Everest – twice!

Made friends with the Yeti and his family And she rescued a snow-bound bus.

When she got back down the folks all cheered. Bessie said, "Hey, what's the fuss?"


(She said) You know I am a Woman who…


When Bessie went to Hollywood she was a legend almost over night.

Had a thirty-room mansion and a limousine and her name put up in lights.

She played Cleopatra and Lady MacBeth and Joan of Arc on fire.

When she’d done every thing in Hollywood she decided to retire.


She went back home to Michigan, fell in love with Dapper Dan.

She said, "I think I'll be content to spend my days sharing my life with this man."

But, being Bessie, she could not rest. She had some twins, and some triplets, too,

And soon she and Dan had fourteen kids who all knew what to do. 


(They sang!) Bessie, you're a woman who…


Well, now you've heard about Bessie and her exciting life.

You've heard about some of her various careers and how she ended up a wife.

I wrote this song for all the ladies who do more than can be done in a day.

When you're tired and you still have the sink to scrub you can smile and say…


Hey world, I'm a woman and I get things done!..


TAG: You know, the world is full of women, men and children who get things done!


12 - RainSong

by Kathryn Morski


  Rainy day.. Warm dripping from the sky of gray,

       Drops slipping to the rumpled bay.

            Waves offer lace, then run away.


Symmetry of sparkle, spider web agleam.

Soft and steady tapping, gently flows the dream.


Linty clouds.. Grey sidewalks full of dampened crowds.

       Silk blossoms to umbrella flowers.

            Wet mailman hates these sudden showers.


Drumming on the rooftops, smells of wet and green.

Wiper blades mark time to punctuate the scene.

Rain runs down the sidewalk to the gutters to the bay...


Waves rolling in. Rain free again.

Simple cycle song -- it suits my mood. 


Windowpane. World distorted by the falling rain.

       Cool glass against a trusting face.

            Rain makes the world a gentle place.


Rain falls slowly, lightly, turns the world to gray,

Peaceful, ever busy, drips the time away.

Wrap me up inside a rainy day. It suits my mood.


Waves rolling in. Rain free again.

Simple cycle song -- it suits my mood.


13 - Closer to You

by Kathryn Morski


The alarm has gone off. I should get up and shower.

I should make us some coffee, be at work in an hour.

I don't want to get moving. While this day is still new,

I just want you to hold me closer to you.

     Closer to you, closer to you.  

     I love how you love me,  

Tender and true!

I don't want to get moving. While this day is still new,

I just want you to hold me closer to you!  


Sometimes the days make me weary. Sometimes the work gets me down.

Sometimes the best I can hope for is to try not to frown,

But in the times I am happy and the times I am blue

I just want you to hold me closer to you.

    Closer to you, closer to you.

     I love how you love me, 

     Honest and true!

In the times I am happy and the times I am blue

I just want you to hold me closer to you!  


Well, the years have been good ones and the time still flies past

And I've finally stopped wondering if it will last.

When that smile lights your eyes, I know you're feeling it, too --

I just want to keep growing closer to you.

     Closer to you, closer to you.

     I love how you love me, 

     Tender and true!

When that smile lights your eyes, I know you're feeling it, too --

I just want to keep growing closer to you!