Richard Blum songs
Annie
Nickel Harp and flute
Vocal
Annie
Words
rittmo'
is etched upon your face
the excitement of a bud waiting to bloom
the merriment can't come too soon
the white foam is on the rise
the
there's love in your waking eyes
and all it's petty woes
a pretty love, something to nurse
slowly nurture, allow to grow
baby steps, baby, baby steps
the sweet song of a wind blown chime
baby steps, baby, baby steps