David Jackson is the publisher of Artilla.com, Motherbird.com and several other websites. David is an engineer, poet, artist, songwriter who has been presenting his material and the material of others on the Internet since 1998. David lives in Murfreesboro Tennessee.
“Good folk song! I really liked it. Especially the guitar touches. They have lot of strength. Besides the singer’s voice combines perfectly with it. Good work!”…..Carlos Climent Sánchez Acoustic Chill Covers
Baby I Love You
Baby I’ll sing this song for you
And tell the whole world how much I love you
Maybe there’ll be a way for me
To say just how I feel.
Maybe the sunset will be red tonight
And we’ll walk beside the bay
And if these words could be said just right
I’d only have this to say
I love you
Yes I love you
I really I really I love you
And I need you,
oh Honey I need you
I really I really I do
So Baby I’ll sing
This song for you
And tell the whole world
how much you mean to me.
Maybe it’s not too much to ask
to hold your hand in mine.
Baby we can make the moonlight last
and I’ll hold you close to me.
We’ll let the past just be the past
because our love can set us free
I love you
Yes I love you
I really I really I love you
And I need you,
oh Honey I need you
I really I really I do
I really I really I do
Jake and Haystack are on the Artvilla.com label.
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I checked my closet today
Will I wear my feelings on my sleeve
Will it be my waistcoat of sadness
with the hopeless cape of yesterday
I would wear instead a shirt of love
with a coat of pure kindness
and shoes of a good journey
and gloves of giving
I look into a grey sky
and ask for help
with my wardrobe
This corn is just corn
and the words are just words
sitting on a page like a barn in a field
and behind the barn, a boy
among the chickens
with a stick for gathering the cows
on a path worn by cows walking in a line.
Heaa up there
He waves the stick.
The sun shines among shadows.
The wind blows.
The birds don’t rustle
because they’ve seen this painting.
The corn is just corn
and the words are just words
sitting on a page like the plow
being pulled pulled by the mule.
Gee
Haw
Whoa
Come up there.