Too tired to sleep after a long day’s work at the Augusta Heritage Arts Workshop, my weary fellow teachers and I holed up in an old farm-house and wrote this song.
Stole away like jeweling thieves to swim round the waterfall
Dark crept around us, still we found our way
The movers are melting at the racer’s end
I’m spending the night with a couple of friends
Long days and helping hands, songs for slowing down
The babies are sleeping, the food’s put away
The movers are melting at the racer’s end
I’m spending the night with a couple of friends
Home, everybody home
For the moment we breathe in the family
That we have created from love, from a lifeline
Women loving women and men loving men
Women loving men, people trying again
As we work for a future so that all that we are
Can come home