The Days and Nights of Catherine Evermore
Let's go for a drive in your cherry red convertible down to the beach where the moon hangs low. ~CE
i’ve danced this dance
tripped and fallen
broken hearts
had mine stolen
smiled and laughed
right on cue
kicked myself
for loving you
from dawn to dusk
and back to dawn
you were the one
but now you’re gone
© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.
Softly, gently as you sleep,
I place my hand upon your cheek.
Your skin is sweet and ever so fair,
My fingers lightly touch your hair.
It won’t be long my darling one,
Until you’re gone and I’m alone.
I love you now and always will,
My sweetest, dearest one of all.
I pray your dreams come true, my love,
You always give me hope for mine.
You are the blessing of my life,
The best of me is all of you.
© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.
“We were ready to rock out and we waited and waited and finally it was our turn … there were a half million people asleep. These people were out. It was sort of like a painting of a Dante scene, just bodies from hell, all intertwined and asleep, covered with mud. And this is the moment I will never forget as long as I live: A quarter mile away in the darkness, on the other edge of this bowl, there was some guy flicking his Bic, and in the night I hear, “Don’t worry about it, John. We’re with you.” I played the rest of the show for that guy.”
~John Fogerty recalling Creedence Clearwater Revival’s 3:30 a.m. start time at Woodstock
