From the recording Threadbare Songs
Threadbare Song #60 - Pinky Swear
This week the good folks at @wildwoodsongwritingcontest offered “Promises” as a prompt. So… I spent the day thinking of childhood, playground stuff like spit-shaking on a promise and pinky-swearing. That led to thinking about my sometimes struggle to hold on to and trust even the promises I know are true, especially in times like these. But, alas, I believe that the winter will not prevail. Spring will come. So, I hold on to faith. #songwriter #songwritingmonday #threadbaresongs
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Spit-shake like I mean it; cross-my-heart and hope to die
On my mother's grave; and stick a needle in my eye
Pinky-swearing promises, mzking naive guarantees
With wide-eyed,faithful confidence in what will never be
[Chorus]
I don't make a lot of promises these days
I'm wiser, maybe; or just showing my age
I wish that I could pinky-swear my faith
I don't make a lot of promises these days
[Verse 2]
Dirt beneath my fingernails, mud soaking through my jeans
Planting bulbs in shallow ground and hoping for the spring
Wanting to believe in things still promising to bloom
Seeds cradled in the soil, like a baby in the womb
[Bridge]
Is it safe for me to hope?
Should I wonder? Should I try?
Is love worth all the effort?
I've been wrong so many times
[Verse 3]
Now I know that sometimes my best promises will fail
Something in me still believes the winter won't prevail
So I keep planting seeds in the cold October dirt
Spit-shake, pinky-swearing through my every doubt and hurt
[Last Chorus]
I don't make a lot of promises these days
I'm wiser, maybe; or just showing my age
But, I don't need to pinky-swear my faith
The blooms are finally breaking through the clay