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Call Me
03:49
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CALL ME
words and music by Britt K. Arnesen
I've walked this gravel road a hundred times before
Back and forth, looking for your door
I play this old guitar every waking hour
Every chord is searching for your arms
The more I sing your song the more I sound like you
The more I feel your sun the more I find my moon
An arrow through brick walls somehow you made it through
Pierced my heart in two, left an open wound
I love you through and through just like you want me to
You won't believe that's true and I don't need you to
The more I sing your song the more I sound like you
The more I feel your sun the more I find my moon
Sun heats up the water and the moon pulls the tide
Never been so warm as by your side
I stand upon your shore and weather every storm
Every morn I'm yearning for your dawn
The more I sing your song the more I sound like you
The more I feel your sun the more I find my moon
I've walked this gravel road a hundred times before
Back and forth longing for your voice
I play this old guitar every waking hour
Every chord, the reaching of my arms
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Tight Rope
04:04
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TIGHT ROPE © 2019 Britt Arnesen
You walk a tight rope and never fall
There beside you the angels all
Surround you with their song
So won’t you stand yourself up tall
Cross big oceans and sail the seas
Feel that wind blow beneath your wings
Keep that lighthouse in steady view
I leave it on for you
Wash your heart out good and clean
In the River Jordan our backyard stream
The healing waters run cold and deep
Come and rest your weary feet
Trust your savior knows your pain
Knows your troubles plays your games
That still small voice coming through
Whispers soft and tells it true
Oh won’t you stand yourself up tall
Friend won’t you stand yourself up tall
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Chimney Creek Angel
05:03
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Out on Chimney Creek Road I was saved by an angel with a pickup truck
From ten miles on the ridgetop she saw me out hitching and hard on my luck
Drove down all the way just to give me a break from the searing summer heat
It’s 100 in the shade and there is no shade you sure are an angel to me
Hop on back with the saddles and help me look for the cattle with your young eyes
Mine used to be better but years of the weather have worn them dry
The hot blowing sand and time’s cruel demands have taken their toll on me
With each dusty day I get closer to failing help me see what I no longer see
It’s a long way up with those burdens weighing you down
Just listen for the sound of angels
In these very mountains I’ve seen generations of people and dogs
81 years I’ve been living right here my last mule is gone
Our family has roamed on this ranch we’ve called home for 156 years
That there cemetary is where they’re all buried their angels are my company
Out on Chimney Creek Road when I needed an angel you found me there
You say I can’t take your picture because you’re not pretty; I beg to differ
You say your beauty has faded
I say youth’s over-rated you sure are an angel to me
You look like an angel; you ARE an angel; you sure are an angel to me
You look like an angel; you sure are an angel to me
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Eagle Cove
03:35
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EAGLE COVE
© 2019 by Britt Arnesen
Brother called he stumbled on this place we’ve got to see
A hidden trail to a quarry in the trees
Last one up is the first one down
Jumping twenty feet
So cold and dark down deep
I don’t know if I can ever show you what it means to me
To know you love me even if it’s only in my dreams
Later on to the beaver pond playing hide and seek
In the rocks and logs muddying up our jeans
It’s getting late but won’t you stay
The berries are so sweet
Soon the nightbirds start to sing
I don’t know if I can ever show you what it means to me
To know you love me even if it’s only in my dreams
Every day your heart’s awake with wonder
Feed it on mountains and fresh air
You’ll find a way through life’s roughest brambles
Remembering the way you felt out there
Tide was low we were out the road running down the beach
Pools warm on sand-encrusted feet
You ride the waves like it’s in your veins
Quicker than the sea
And lighter than the breeze
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Rosemary Fly
02:55
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ROSEMARY FLY
© 2011 Britt Arnesen
There’s a bench outside the theater
Sometimes I sit and wait to meet her
In a prayer or in a letter
Perfect cursive even in goodbye
I sing my reply
Rosemary fly
Fly knowing I’m alright
Rosemary fly, Rosemary fly
Fly knowing I’m alright
This song’s a letter I felt her send me
Down through forever past heaven’s skies
It finds me better but still there’s weather
I still sing but I still cry
A golden angel and a young voice singing
Your favorite faces throughout the evening
We are your children and your children’s children
Here beside you through the night
And the song I couldn’t write was “ Rosemary Fly ”
Fly knowing I’m alright
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Britt Arnesen Missoula, montana
Britt K. Arnesen is a Montana folksinger, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and record producer. She plays in the longtime Missoula band Pinegrass. Britt is originally from Juneau, Alaska.
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