(Track #12 from Home Town)

Crystals

By Frank Meyer

Verse 1

Hopped on a bus one day leavin’ my home town

We were crossin’ the Berkshires when the big old bus broke down

Well, there I sat with my guitar as quiet as can be

When the driver tapped my shoulder and said, “Kid, you gotta help me.”

He said we’d be awhile; he didn’t know what was wrong

And I could help him if I’d sing some simple little song

Chorus

So, I sing out about my crystals the kind I see each day

I say sometimes the crystals they come up blue; sometimes they come up gray.

Verse 2

Another time I was hitchin’ out of Springvale, Maine

I got picked up by a pretty girl her name was Mary Jane

She drove me down to Boston in time for my next show

Well, I thanked her nice and kindly, but she didn’t want to go

She said before she’d met me, things had been goin’ wrong.

So, I took out this old six string and sang this simple song.

Chorus

Verse 3

I was on my way to Concord on a bright and sunny day

When a nice old guy informed me I was headin’ the wrong way

We stopped and talked awhile; he asked me if I’d mind

To answer several questions about this thing called being blind

So, I told him my life story, but I didn’t make it long

And as I left, I left him with this simple little song.

Chorus

Verse 4

So the story goes on about my crazy life

And everyone keeps telling me that I should have a wife

Well, I got myself a partner who shares my highs and lows

She’s a sweet little gentle lady whose laughter makes me glow

And we got ourselves a sidekick who keeps us on our toes

And when he wants to go out he just nibbles at my nose

And we spend our time together nearly every single day

And sometimes the crystals they come up blue; sometimes they come up gray

And sometimes the crystals they come up blue; sometimes they come up gray

©1993 Frank Meyer