Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Trumpet Vine, artist - Kate Wolf. Date of issue: 11.09.2006
Song language: English
The Trumpet Vine |
| The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window |
| And bloomed bright orange on the wall |
| You sat in the morning light, holding a guitar |
| As the first summer rain began to fall |
| Like the gentle raindrops your words fell in the air |
| Making things so clear as we quietly sat there |
| It reminded me of other times you had come before |
| And brought a song or just walked in through the kitchen door |
| Now, it seems the truest words I ever heard from you |
| Were said at kitchen tables we have known |
| 'Cause somehow in that warm room with coffee on the stove |
| Our hearts were really most at home |
| Sittin' at a table, lookin' hard at you |
| Catchin' up on stories of the things we’d tried to do |
| And it seems we really said the most when we didn’t talk at all |
| Let the songs speak for us like the sunlight on the wall |
| Now, as we come and go in sunshine and in rain |
| Some years are seen more clearly than the rest |
| And if it weren’t for kitchen songs and mornings spent with friends |
| We all might lose the things we love the best |
| I can see you sittin' there beneath the trumpet vine |
| The sunlight through the window in the kitchen in my mind |
| You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more |
| Than to turn and find you walkin' through the kitchen door |
| You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more |
| Than to turn and find you walkin' through the kitchen door |