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Such Fine Things - D.C. Anderson/Teresa Tudury
Composed by：Teresa Tudury
It once was clay in an artist's hands
It once was mud mixed with sand
But the fire turned it blue and singed it gold
Now it can hold such fine things
Like blood red plums
And hot mulled wine
Rocks and rings and balls of twine
And the deepest trace
Of the artists soul
In that bowl
Now it can hold
Such fine things
I'm an old man now
And I've had my day
The great loves that were
Are all gone away
And the dreams I knew
That should all come true
Never did
I'm left instead
With such fine things
Like the morning light
Through the redwood trees
And my friend's young son
Who often walks with me
Across the ridge to the willow creek bridge
Holding hands
His little hands
Are such fine things
I once was clay
In an artist's hands
I once was mud
Mixed with sand
But the fire
Turned me blue
And singed me gold
Now I can hold such fine things
Such fine things
