Katie
Katie    Copyright ©2003,  Patrick Holley
Katie asked me to write a song about her. She suggested I write about her smoothies because she makes the best ones in town. Somehow writing about her smoothies sounded lewd so I ignored her as I always do and wrote about her instead.

Definitely an American Celtic lass, unfortunately I haven't finished the song yet. Forgive me Katie I will finish it one day soon.
Katie (Kathleen Joann McKinney)

Working in circles, round southern reach.

Flight song’s memory, old lessons teach.

Burnished copper flames, color her hair.

Most of life a dance , hers is a fair.

Bright lights swirling, radiance cascade.

Burns pleasant memories, polishes the jade.

 

Chorus

Can not fair to touch the fire, Can not fair to touch the fire

Sunshine’s coming dewdrops fall

Morning’s memory early dawn call

Can not fair to touch the fire, Can not fair to touch the fire

Waking breeze, Stirs the soul

Once die cast, just change the roll

 

 

Wind song be carried down, four turns below

Far off the mountain, travels to sow

Her light step, chases the miles

Each moment further, carried by smiles

Tread softly now, cross new earth

Measure each moment, gather its worth

Look left once to Aberdeen glade

Right path only the travels she made

Old things covet close her way

No ash upon her free of the fay

 

Can not fair to touch the fire, Can not fair to touch the fire

Sunshine’s coming dewdrops fall

Morning’s memory early dawn call

Can not fair to touch the fire, Can not fair to touch the fire

Waking breeze, Stirs the soul

Once die cast, just change the roll

 
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