A D The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen windowE A And bloomed bright orange on the wallA D You sat in the morning light, holding A guitarE A As the first summer rain began to fallD A And like the gentle raindrops your words fell in the airD A E Making things so clear as we quietly sat thereA Bm It reminded me of other times you had come beforeE7 A And brought A song or just walked in through the kitchen doorA D Now it seems the truest words I ever heard from youE A Were said at kitchen tables we have knownA D 'cause somehow in that warm room, with coffee on the stoveE A Our hearts were really most at homeD A Sitting at A table looking hard at youD A E Catching up on stories of the things we'd tried to doA Bm It seems we really said the most when we didn't talk at allE7 A Let the songs speak for us like the sunlight on the wall.A D Now as we come and go, in sunshine and in rainE A Some years are seen more clearly than the restA D And if it weren't for kitchen songs and mornings spent with friendsE A We all might lose the things we love the bestD A I can see you sitting there beneath the trumpet vineD A E The sunlight through the window in the kitchen in my mind.A Bm You came when you were needed, I could not ask for moreE7 D Than to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door.
The Trumpet Vine
Kate Wolf
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