I stayed in this little town outside of Dijon, France for my Honeymoon. This song came from a poem I wrote there.
Lyrics
Cidadas, birds and quickly moving clouds
all speakin to me in tones so loud
the sound of gravel underfoot
aural memories i dont know where to put
chambolle musigny
look what you done to me
chambolle musigny
mother mary wont you hear a travelers prayer
a simple poppy is all we have to share
and through your eyes things unseen
all painted up three shades of green
i know the world spins a million directions
and a thousand different speeds
the only rotation that matters
keeps my feet on the ground
and you right next to me
chambolle musigny
the wind has stopped
bows of trees refrain their dance
as if to tell me maybe its your breath
a little voice seems to call from the breeze
made vocal through the rustle of the leaves
and it says
i know the world spins a million directions
and a thousand different speeds
the only rotation that matters
keeps my feet on the ground
and you right next to me
chambolle musigny
