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Brother Wood

 A song to my guitar, at the point of wondering whether to bring him backpacking… of course, I did.

Brother Wood

If I leave you, what will I regret?

Could I leave an old friend to go out on the road?

I’m scared and restless like my heart’s already homeless

Memory of exile, diaspora in my blood

Perjalanan ini feels like throwing crumpled paper on a flood

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 I can’t read the signs,  I don’t know the meaning

 why I choose this path again of onlyness and leaving

 How many times do I make myself a home

 And tear myself away again, create myself alone?

 If I carry you, will you carry me, too?

Or will you only be something else to lose?

You will weigh me, I will have to bear you,

Will you be a token of a dream that I have lost?

Or will you give me comfort and the strength to be the one who pays the cost

When I’m lost and tired, my heart is feeling homeless

Will you find me friends along the way?

Brother Wood if I commit to you, will you give me back some love each day?

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If I don’t take you, what would I forget?

Maybe you’ll remind me out there on the road

Cos I think you’re coming with me, I think that we both know that

You can call me troubador and play me through the times

When a journeying heart can only speak in rhymes.

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Don’t go home any more

DON’T GO HOME ANY MORE

Once I made a home, then three

And then so many more

with duties and communities and people by the score

Then a story called to me

I surrendered, said goodbye

and once again was walking out the door

I’ve been east and I’ve been west and neither one is best

and I don’t go home any more

Cos home is where the heart is now and where the blue hat falls

And anywhere can be that home and when the sunshine calls

I’ll be gone;  maybe I’ll meet you, traveller, on that road

 Just don’t ask me, please don’t ask me when I’m going home.

I enjoy the visiting

And picking up the stitches

With old friends, who’ve shared so many kinda times before

But soon the mood comes over me

To see where’s next on this journey

And pretty soon I’m walking out the door

I’ve been east and I’ve been west and neither one is best

and I don’t go home any more

Cos home is where the heart is now and where the blue hat falls

And anywhere can be that home and when the spirit calls

 I’ll be gone; maybe I’ll meet you, traveller, on that road

 Just don’t ask me, please don’t ask me when I’m going home

A wise companion showed to me

The fundamental synergy

Tween here and now and heart and how and what we can allow

And balancing the dangers

is the kindness of strangers

and paring down eternity to simple living now

I’ve been east and I’ve been west and neither one is best

and I don’t go home any more

Cos home is where the heart is now and where the blue hat falls

And anywhere can be that home and when the story calls

 I’ll be gone; maybe I’ll meet you, traveller, on that road

 Just don’t ask me, please don’t ask me when I’m going home