Keith Regan Carney - Under The Stars Lyrics
I love walks in the forest on a clear summer dayI love to see the flowers spring up in May,And I love rain on a cold cloudy day.And I love the sound of a handmade guitar,And I love a Celtic band in an old Irish bar,And writing songs, and those I’ve wrote so far.And I love when a bird builds a nest in my backyard,And all those who made me laugh when life was too hard.And I love campfires and sleeping under the stars.Yeah, things just seem simpler and easier under the stars.I love how the air smells when it rained all day,All things made in the U.S.A.,And the sound of an orchestra tuning before they play.I love my mountains covered in crystal streams,Cast iron, maple syrup, and things that feelTrue in my heart, and recalling my dreams.And I love actors, singers, comedians,And all those I’ve never met, but their words sink in.I love old towns covered in blankets of snow .Yeah, things just seem silent and peaceful covered in snow.I love a fireplace that’s made of stone.Someday I’ll build a cabin to call my own,And I love the quiet and time I spend alone.I love my coffee shops just a bit pretentious,I love to sign my name a bit illustriousAnd I love to make plans completely spontaneous.I love a concert where everyone sings along,And I’d love it more if I was the one who wrote the song,And I love old barns, and the cold stare of an owl.Yeah, nothing sees through to my soul like the stare of an owl.I love loft apartments with walls of old brick,And watching movies all day when I’m sickAnd the way that a storm leaves my street covered sticks.I love those who speak soft, and those who hug a lot,And the rich smell of an new cedar box.And when I’m lonely at home an unexpected friend knocks.And I love when my cat falls asleep next to me.And the smell of autumn and the colors of the leaves,And I love to watch a dog playing in a field.Yeah, nothing makes me present like a dog playing in a field.
