folk
folk
ballad
Story behind the song
started out writing about a wild turkey who visited my yard every day one summer, and the song took on the persona of a wanderer or homeless person
Lyrics
Woodsie words & music: Vance Grazio 2019 capo 2
Woodsie, calling, waiting by the sliding door all morning
Rain is, falling, standing in the midst of puddles forming
In line for a daily handout
In step with her whereabouts
Watch as she hastens on her way.
Simultaneous joy and sadness
Impervious to the madness
Making the most, of every day
Woodsie, living, somewhere in the woods outside the city
Simple, willing, doesnt seek approval or your pity
Covering miles of ground,
Keeper of treasures found
Blazing new trails along her way
Simultaneous joy and sadness
Impervious to the madness
Just to survive, another day
Cast aside by those, who she had known before
May have lost the battle, but not the warsomehow
Winter came and the snows did fall
No sign of that girl at all
Hope she found peace along the way
Simultaneous joy and sadness
Impervious to the madness
Made the most, of every day
Woodsiecalling..WoodsieIm calling