The Dream Away Lodge: the Obsession Continues

I’ve continued my obsession with the Dream Away Lodge with this little song. My song writing career is hampered by a complete inability to sing, but hey … I don’t let that stop me! Here are my lyrics to “Dream Away Lodge”. I’m searching for the right music … I envision it as a slow waltz …

Feel free to contribute to music and/or lyrics. If chosen, we’ll split the writing credits when it hits the big time 🙂

Dream Away Lodge

(Chorus)
Follow the ghost of the Albany stage
As it climbs through the late evening fog
Swaying it’s way through the old Berkshire hills
Up to the Dream Away Lodge

Gray haired musicians play pining love songs
Diners talk while friends laugh at the bar
Children chase fire flies out on the lawn
In the glow of the dream away lodge

Chorus

History and mystery are these towns’ stock in trade
It’s the tourists that pay all the bills
When the Tanglewood crowd has returned to New York
The fiddles float soft through the hills

The roads of the Berkshires are paths through an ocean
Darkness starts thirty feet from the road
The hearts of the people are warmed by the flowers
And tied to the earth by their grandparents stones

Chorus