Nancy Scott: Heartprints in Clay

Here are lyrics from 4 of my favorite tunes on Nancy Scott's CD. Nancy has a wonderful voice and an inspiring committment to women's music in Austin, Texas.

Right Past Dawn

Day, we go our separate way, we got our work to do,
Our home to come home to.
I just love it when we come home again
A special time with you.

Night the feeling at twilight, the stars are outta sight
Our love is close and warm
Walking hand in hand, I start to understand
Night's the calm before the storm.

Right past dawn, a rush is coming on
I feel the fire of my love's deep desire
When the morning birds sing their loving songs
I could not want you more than right past dawn.

Spring blossoms in the air, the sun highlights your hair
And summer's coming on
It's a time to play, loving everyday
Our troubles all be gone.

Fall a crispness in the wind, in love with my best friend
And winter's drawing near
I just love you more than the day before
Every season of the year.

But right past dawn a rush is coming on
I feel the fire of my love's deep desire
When the morning birds sing their loving songs
I could not want you more than right past dawn.

Right past dawn, now, babe don't get me wrong
My love for you is strong the whole year through
Something bout the way the blue lights up your face
No moment can replace right past dawn.

Right past dawn, turning me on
Right past dawn.

Everybody

Everybody, everybody likes to talk and not listen
Everybody, everybody doesn't know what they're missing
till they walk out the door
till they walk out the door
and then they realize just what the stars are for

Ooo listen to the stars in the sky
Ooo listen to the tears running dry
Ooo listen to the child asking why, why, why

Every time, every time you think you got it made
the one you depend on comes and pulls down your shade
leaving you in the dark, leaving you in the dark
and you don't even know how to make a new spark [start]

Ooo depend on the wind to be strong
Ooo depend on the river so long
Ooo depend on yourself to fall back on, fall back on, fall back on

Everybody, everybody likes to talk and not listen

The Garden

When I was a young girl I dreamed of
all of the things I would be
when I was older, maybe twenty or so
I'd have a husband and maybe a little baby
And we would sit and watch em grow

Then I was twenty; I had plenty of new dreams
to take place of old ones
which untrue had faded with time
and although I'm glad some faded
it still makes me sad in a way
I don't think I'll dream today

Instead I go out in the garden and plant some marigolds,
instead I go out in the yard; it's sometimes hard growing old
and I wonder why we dream so much
when the life we have already means so much, so much

The garden calls when it's time to escape
the garden calls when we die
no better place for the soul on the earth
no better place for peace of mind,
for peace of mind, for peace of mind

I said someday maybe one day
I'd build a house on the hill in the wood
and then life would be good
But my somedays are fading
away withe the dawn into yesterday

We're afraid when we're older
we'll look back on life's empty page
and be sad for all the good times that we never had
do what you do to fill the pages
and make all your dreams come true,
but not today

Instead I go out in the garden and plant some marigolds,
instead I go out in the yard; it's sometimes hard growing old
and I wonder why we dream so much
when the life we have already means so much, so much

Winter Reveals

Summer is nearing, I can't wait for the fall and all
I've been fearing to be resolved
Autumn brings changes as the leaves start to turn me on
Then comes the season I'm never alone.

What winter reveals to me, the lacy work of the tree
Without its cover, me without mine
In sweet winter time

Then the spring with its flowers prettying the air
Brings such a strange despair
I don't know why Spring it conceals what winter reveals

Winter's so soothing, puts all my pain on hold
I feel alive when the wind's crisp and cold
I sit by the fire when it's time for my soul to warm
gaze out my window (at) the all-knowing-snowing storm

What winter reveals to me, the lacy work of the tree
Without its cover, me without mine
In sweet winter time
sweet winter time
sweet winter time
Snowful reality brings peace to me when winter reveals


There's photodocumentation on one of Nancy Scott's venues, the Lone Star Women's Music Festivals.
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Last modified on January 28, 2005 by Kay Keys (kay@kaykeys.net)