[ Featuring Mary Lowry, Nick Gilroy ]
It Was You, by Kitt Chapman
Secret passage, on which we travelled
Old barn building, off the gravel.
Bridge span short
Hugged a west side pond.
Every season called you back
Cs if it were your own track
Blinkedy-blink, clickety-clack.
It was you,
It was you
Looking through your lens at me
Looking through your lens at me
It was you
Hand 'n hand we journey'd on
C humble man, so darn strong
Upon his neck hung his passion
Images without pretensions
Captured in kind, frozen in time
Camera faithful
It was you,
It was you
Looking through your lens at me
Looking through your lens at me
It was you
Drumlins still had a dusting of snow
Flowing down ditches, melting slow
Snap another shot and go
Sun bounced off our boots toe
The he in him, the me within
Took time to develop, but soon sunk in.
It was you,
It was you
Looking through your lens at me
Looking through your lens at me
It was you
Upon his sideboard, there was me
Little grace notes, sitting casually
C blink in time, black and white.
It was you,
It was you
Looking through your lens at me
Looking through your lens at me
When I shoulda been looking at you.
It was you,
It was you
Looking through your lens at me
Looking through your lens at me
When I shoulda been looking at you.
... looking at you.
