Yvonne Wall: Music

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This was written this last week for my dad's 78th birthday as a small tribute, and put together on a DVD with some pictures. I asked my brother and sisters to each give me some adjectives that described dad, and with those thoughts, put this down. That same weekend we had a huge family reunion with all of my dad's brothers and surviving sister. Over a hundred people were there from the east coast to the west. My dad fed them all with corn from his summer garden, tomatoes, and cucumbers. He also cooked ribs for the whole crowd. Then after the huge weekend was over, he took my youngest daughter Kyla fishing with my cousin and they spent the next 3 days catching over 30 fish! Yesterday my mom brought over more corn, onions, potatoes, and peppers to add to the watermelon he gave me saturday.
So. . . this song regardless of how well or not so well written, is certainly a picture of my father.
The video clip can be found on my blog.
http://robinandyvonne.blogspot.com

Daddy was born in the shadow of Red Mountain
In a small dessert home in the year of 31
He wasn’t raised with much money, 8 of 9 children
Grown to be a hardworking faithful son

He was taught while just a half pint how to furrow the land
How to sow those precious seedlings in the sand
He treasured the water that flowed from the mountain
And he reaped the harvest with his hands

He’s was tender as the corn silk from the maize he was growing
He’s was humble as the sagebrush on the rim.
He’s was faithful as the seedlings he was tenderly sowing
He’s was as happy as paintbrush in the wind.

He married my mamma after serving his country
He bought a little home for his family that was growin’,
And he planted in our hearts lot’s of things we could not see
He taught us by clean living, and he taught us at his knee.

He was strong as the river carving through the canyon
He was tough as a cactus on the plain
He was as stubborn as a pine tree growing up through sandstone
He was gentle as summer rain.

The years have come and gone and I think about those days
I wish that I could somehow get them back
Memories written on my heart can never be erased
The legacy he left me, That’s my dad.

He is truer than the Mesas rising high the yonder
His love is deeper than the red roots by the stream
He’s a story telling’ fisherman, a patriot, and father
But most of all he’s everything to me.
He’s my dad and that means everything to me.