The Jim Hall Trio (in the wee small hours of the morning…,) Erren Geraud Kelly, [2023:41]

In the hours of pitch black
we hold each other
old and young, we hold each other
snow and rain, we hold each other
night and day, as the guitar plays
and we mingle perfectly, songs among
the seasons, songs are the reason, for
souls to know love

your rebel heart beats in twilight
as the guitar, gives us our cues
i hold you, special as a wintersong
falling outside my window, we sway
like love, in time with the blues