Here are the lyrics:
Carry You Along by Erin Zindle
It was the first day of winter and I knew for the first time
This would be the last winter before you
As the first winds of winter were moving us in new and strange directions
We were scared but we were happy too.
All my family came together – you were there, our little secret,
In a pocket on the inside of me.
So I sat in the middle of all their voices singing, soaking in every sweet harmony.
May these things find their way into your blood,
Into your deep memory of song
And only good things attend you – sweet dreams and beauty –
As I carry you along . . .
It was the first day of winter and the last of the older generation
Was being laid to rest.
The absence of my grandpa’s harmonica was a quiet lonely ache
Beneath all our cheerfulness.
But his quality of laughter and his jokes still echoed
In the mouths of all his corny sons.
I was grateful for my father and the roots of his humor
So I laughed at each and every one.
You’ll never know my grandma or my grandpa
Except for the stories I remember how to tell
But you are a part of this endless chain of harmony
And someday you will learn to sing it well
It was the first day of Springtime, you were kickin’ like a kick drum
And your father played his rhythm right along.
I couldn’t keep from singing for the joy of creation –
The beginning of a brand new song.
For the back story behind the song, check out the blog “The Solstice and The Stowaway”.