This song is a musical tribute to the College Perk Coffeehouse, may it rest in peace (until it rises from the ashes!)
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Lyrics:
birdsong, early morning rise
one by one, they heed the calling
round the bend and up the hill they climb
shadowed trees, graveled footsteps
through the doors, they each make their own way
no two of them the same, their seats a’taken
a coffeeshop by name, but so much more
for the treasures kept in store, leave pillars shaken
Oh, just to see your face, so inviting
Under warmth of your quilt
In the end, there’ll be peace the same
For tomorrow… a return to that cafe on the hill
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firedance, full moon in the sky
round and round, all drums a’blazing
while under roof, not an empty seat it sight
smores a’flame, red wine a’flowing
each conversation, a treasure to behold
while adventures do unfold, from green to red room
dim corridor with hands traced on the wall
for each who walks these halls, they leaves their mark now
Into the night, the music leads the way
the mic is open, but soon closed be it will
For the end, always comes too soon
‘twould be no different, so it goes for that cafe on the hill
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winter chill, stillness in the air
seasons pass, hanging over
grey sky, dashed hopes from here to there
scattered wide, let down and dazing
Each one of them, they search amidst the blue
For the comfort they once knew, but find no shelter
When tomorrow comes, I’ll seek on just the same
Did I really know your name? I sit and wonder
So, it must be sometimes, treasured echoes
Rendered hollow, and so shrill
Even still, does the hope remain, for the promise
Open doors at that cafe on the hill