In My Tribe

I joined a band 10,000 strong devoted to the mirth and song

I danced and laughed and cried along acting right and acting wrong

Memories burned and seared branded by emotional tear

I wondered what’s the Matter often, standing in the rain like Weather

While I sat, no Talking from the Trees, Joshua Painted the Desert forever

Jack spoke of Peace from a glory-Train protected by the Gun Shy

Laying stories by the Campfire, songs to leave us high.

And in the end the opera sang and Verdi cried a Rose

A City cast of Angels full of song and prose.

In My Tribe of Merchants I belong