midnight coffee

Lupe and I were sittin' up late the other night drinking coffee and talking about life and I wrote this little poem about coffee and of course he made it into a sweet song.  The cords he uses are really folky and light hearted and happy.  Hopefully one day I can put a recording on here of him playing and singing it so you can hear it... Here is a taste of how he sounds. Now put that voice and talent to our new coffee song :)  Have a great Tuesday!

Rooster crows early morning, smell of coffee fills the room
I sit down at the table, see the flowers in bloom
She fills my old mug, the one from my granddad
We sit and talk about this world, all the good and bad

Coffee maketh the spirit bright
There’s no need to pick a fight
Grab a cup and stay awhile
Take us down memory mile
As we sip our coffee the truth unfolds
It’s the little things that heal the soul.

We move to the porch swing, coffee in hand
With each creek, we begin to understand
It’s all about the people that surround
It’s not deep or profound

Coffee maketh the spirit bright
There’s no need to pick a fight
Grab a cup and stay awhile
Take us down memory mile
As we sip our coffee the truth unfolds
It’s the little things that heal the soul.