The Trumpet Vine-Kate Wolf

[ti:The Trumpet Vine] [ar:Kate Wolf] [al:Lines On The Paper] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.11]The Trumpet Vine - Kate Wolf [00:01.03]Written by：Kate Wolf [00:01.67] [00:55.35]The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window [00:59.53] [01:01.62]And bloomed bright orange on the wall [01:05.62] [01:08.29]You sat in the morning light holding a guitar [01:13.21] [01:14.13]As the first summer rain began to fall [01:18.35] [01:21.37]Like the gentle raindrops your words fell in the air [01:26.16] [01:27.82]Making things so clear as we quietly sat there [01:33.10] [01:35.07]It reminded me of other times you had come before [01:40.75] [01:41.79]And brought a song or just walked in through the kitchen door [01:47.44] [01:57.15]Now it seems the truest words I ever heard from you [02:02.47] [02:03.75]Were said at kitchen tables we have known [02:07.47] [02:10.02]'Cause somehow in that warm room with coffee on the stove [02:15.63] [02:16.99]Our hearts were really most at home [02:20.49] [02:23.42]Sitting at a table looking hard at you [02:27.28] [02:29.66]Catching up on stories of the things we'd tried to do [02:34.40] [02:36.84]It seems we really said the most when [02:39.95]We didn't talk at all [02:42.40] [02:43.95]Let the songs speak for us like the sunlight on the wall [02:48.95] [03:16.68]Now as we come and go in sunshine and in rain [03:21.99] [03:23.03]Some years are seen more clearly than the rest [03:27.19] [03:29.49]And if it weren't for kitchen songs [03:32.48]And mornings spent with friends [03:35.19] [03:35.72]We all might lose the things we love the best [03:40.08] [03:42.87]I can see you sitting there beneath the trumpet vine [03:47.56] [03:49.09]Sunlight through the window in the kitchen in my mind [03:54.42] [03:56.71]Came when you were needed I could not ask for more [04:01.87] [04:02.43]Then to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door [04:08.44] [04:10.68]Came when you were needed [04:13.14] [04:13.67]I could not ask for more [04:16.29] [04:16.90]Then to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door