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Lay for the Day
9th February


Happy birthday to Joe Ely, singer, guitarist and songwriter, born in Amarillo and raised in Buddy Holly's old home town of Lubbock, Texas (with thanks particularly for his 1987 album Lord of the Highway. I bought it in Our Price, in the twilight days of mainstream vinyl, without a cover, for 99p. Among the best quids I ever spent.)


Desert Rose

There blooms a rose
Deep in the desert
And an evening hour
I’ll never forget.
In a little town
You’d hardly notice
A treasure I found
That’s with me yet.

And as the sun
Goes quickly sinking
On the Lone Star State
And the old pine tree,
I wonder now,
While I sit here drinking,
How you think of me.
How do you think of me?

Where no one goes
Out in the desert,
There grows a rose
So precious to me.
In a little town
Built by the highway
Where the sun’s gone down,
I will follow one day,

To a general store
On a long and empty road
And a treasure worth more
Than a palace could hold.
I wonder now,
While I sit here drinking,
How you think of me.
How do you think of me?

And as the moon
Comes plainly sailing
Past the Diner sign
And refinery,
I wonder now,
While I sit here drinking,
How you think of me
When you think of me.

I wonder now
How you think of me.
How do you think of me?

 

Words and music by The Children

 

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