"Ivah's Song" (J. Pratt) -  Slide show tribute to Mama Ivah
Channel: WildeNotesMusic
Date: 08/06/2011

LYRICS:
IVAH'S SONG  
words & music by  R. Jeanene Pratt

(When I bought my house, I found columbine growing wild in the yard.  A friend commented, "Oh, columbine is a wonderful weed!"   
My mother, Ivah, is that kind of wildflower.)

Down along the winding roads & by the waterfalls & brooks in Arkansas
Little Ivah winds her way & wonders what the river wants to say. 
There's a world of new adventure waiting 'round each corner to embark upon
& as she grows the questions smolder, mold her like the river molds the clay.

(1st Chorus)
 It's a childhood as common as the columbine,
 Hearty as red clover grows,
 & the lessons spread like runners from a common berry vine
 & the roots are planted deeper than she knows.

Thru hard times of afternoon the lessons of the morning will continue on.
Hand-me-downs of pinafores & principles must be her dowry.
Some will say that she must learn to compromise & settle or be left alone,
But she's a mind to listen to the river & her heart & wait & see.

(2nd Chorus)
 She's a lady as common as the columbine, 
 Hardy as red clover grows,
 & her love spreads out like runners from a common berry vine,
 & her beauty's plainly clearer than she knows.

When she finds new flowers growin' in her garden,  
she will tend them one by one.
Never mind who planted them or if, to some, they're only common weeds.
Ivah knows that you can't judge the crop until the growin' & the reapin's done,
& so she draws the water from the well spring deep within to tend their needs.

 (Repeat 2nd Chorus)

© 1988   R. Jeanene Pratt