Sunday, June 29, 2014

Somewhere a Boy Fishes the Morning Away


One of my favorite songwriters is Neil Young. His album, Prairie Wind, is considered by many to be a masterpiece. I agree. It's Americana at its best. Here, from the album, is one of my favorites, "It's a Dream." Happy Sunday, Everyone.



                   



"It's a Dream"

In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound
Of the birds outside on the roof
I try to ignore what the paper says
And I try not to read all the news
And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream
And I hope it never comes true
'Cause you and I been through so many things together
And the sun starts climbing the roof

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It's only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

The Red River still flows through my home town
Rollin' and tumblin' on its way
Swirling around the old bridge pylons
Where a boy fishes the morning away
His bicycle leans on an oak tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out to be fed

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It's only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

An old man walks along on the sidewalk
Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat
The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away
As he stops with the policeman to chat
And a train rolls out of the station
That was really somethin' in its day
Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails
As it carries the passengers away

It's gone
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
Only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It's only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away

~ Neil Young



Photo of Neil Young as a boy is from the album.

18 comments:

  1. 3 verses, 3 chords. Neil Young does it better than anyone.

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    1. Exactly so ... thank you so much for visiting and commenting ...

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  2. Happy Sunday to you too, Teresa!

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  3. "Somewhere a Boy Fishes the Morning Away" -- I know precisely where. I was that boy.

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  4. Lovely words Teresa, truly paint a mood and place pictures in my mind.

    Hugs,
    Jane

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    1. It captures a way of life that's all but disappeared ... Thanks, Jane. Hope you're feeling better. Hugs. :)

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  5. nostalgia for the past, a little accepting, a little sad, hadn't heard this one before, thanks

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    1. Yes, it's that perfect balance between acceptance and sadness. Thanks, Linda.

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  6. It is really rather amazing how many of the songwriters from this era wrote music and words that truly were a portend of the future - a future we now live in. This could have been my father-in-law's little town in Iowa where Tom played as a boy while visiting over the summer. I had forgotten this song, Teresa. It is nice to be reminded of it and listen to it on what is now Monday afternoon. Thanks for posting it.

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  7. Iowa is one of the places that easily comes to mind with this song. Happy Monday! :)

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  8. You could still find these people on the Red River up here in Fargo. :)

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