The Western Swing Authority sounds off on this Sunday evening with a ‘Swingtime Lullaby’ – and in some way maybe we’re all just trying to find our way back to those lullaby-laden evenings where our parents tucked us in and all felt right with the world. Comfort and warmth and safety and security – the unsaid stuff of lullabies and night songs – and the elusive desire of those who dared to be different in a world that wouldn’t be bothered to attempt any sort of understanding or acceptance.
Close your eyes, drift away, watch the twilight shadows swing and sway
Listen to those twin fiddles play a melody to dream on
Mama loves you, Daddy too, here’s a song that is written just for you
Soft as a gossamer sigh, this swing-time lullaby
Bedtime story from a steel guitar
As you slide into slumber on the wings of a star
The warmth of the music will tuck you in
Like a blanket of rhythm pulled up to your chin
Close your eyes, drift away, watch the twilight shadows swing and sway
Soft as a gossamer sigh, this swing-time lullaby
No matter how old you get (and I’m most definitely that old) you still want for that childhood love and protection, especially when it’s been pulled away at some point. You grow up quickly when that happens – you don’t have a choice. If you never had it happen, consider yourself very lucky. Unconditional love is what every child deserves, and not every child gets it.
Take your time, don’t grow up yet
Feel the joy that big folks soon forget
Sail through a dream-spangled sky on a swing-time lullaby
