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1. The Trumpet Vine (3:48) (Kate Wolf; BMG Bumblebee OBO Another Sundown Pub Co)

Ed Stabler brought this song to my attention several years ago when we first started playing together. I had never heard of Kate Wolf - a situation that was quickly remedied - and quickly fell in love with her work - this song in particular. As a tribute to her legacy, the Kate Wolf Music Festival is held every year in California, normally in June, where both big-name and not-so-big-name acts take the stage and share their music. We should all be so fortunate as to be remembered this way for what we love to do…

Lyrics

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
But 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 to find you walkin' through the kitchen door

You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more
Than to turn to find you walkin' through the kitchen door