Open Books
(Written By Ken Baker)

Faces of trust dot the streets that I ramble
Eyes that see understand
Thoughts loosely tied are easily spoken
Sound in my ear hardly silence is broken
Simple pleasures and easy laughter
And open books from here to hereafter

Sunlight falls still and flat through the city
Folk appear from the shade
Sound and vision fill minds that are easy
Wind blows and time passes slow
Simple pleasures and easy laughter
And open books from here to hereafter

Simple pleasures and easy laughter
Open books from here to hereafter

Open books from here to hereafter

Sunlight falls still and flat through the city
Folk appear from the shade














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