The Trumpet Vine

A D The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window E A And bloomed bright orange on the wall A D You sat in the morning light, holding a guitar E A As the first summer rain began to fall D A And like the gentle raindrops your words fell in the air D A E Making things so clear as we quietly sat there A Bm It reminded me of other times you had come before E7 A And brought a song or just walked in through the kitchen door A D Now it seems the truest words i ever heard from you E A Were said at kitchen tables we have known A D 'cause somehow in that warm room, with coffee on the stove E A Our hearts were really most at home D A Sitting at a table looking hard at you D A E Catching up on stories of the things we'd tried to do A Bm It seems we really said the most when we didn't talk at all E7 A Let the songs speak for us like the sunlight on the wall. A D Now as we come and go, in sunshine and in rain E A Some years are seen more clearly than the rest A D And if it weren't for kitchen songs and mornings spent with friends E A We all might lose the things we love the best D A I can see you sitting there beneath the trumpet vine D A E The sunlight through the window in the kitchen in my mind. A Bm You came when you were needed, i could not ask for more E7 D Than to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door.