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Blooming Grove Valley

A song about two friends who grow up in a small town. The friends Duncan and Peter are really myself and my best friend Russel Gillespie I met in 1972 when I was 6 years old and remained close friends until 2016 when he took his life. The town we lived in was Albany California. It had a stream down in The Village and was sort of a time capsule between Berkeley and El Cerrito. Albany is still there ...Russ is not. Miss you pal. lyrics In Blooming Grove Valley There's a stream that flows through Spiders, tadpoles, and vast skies of blue At the morning's arise old rooster he cries The children are up and about in the dew Duncan and Peter are best friends it seems In ten years of life they have sketched out their dreams And they've yet to pay mind to the movement of time Each morning they roll down the hill to the stream Hunting for butterflies, spiders and frogs Stepping on stones, crossing on logs They both know it well it's a live fairy tale It's leprechauns, folk songs, and old Santa Clause In Blooming Grove Valley the stars shine so bright Duncan and Pete camp out each Friday night For it's in every man to sleep out on the land They unroll their bag on the Willow Pass Height They lie in the air and towards the sky stare The speak of the future yet preach unaware They never pay mass to the ventures of past As for things left down stream they just haven't a care In Blooming Grove Valley children stare at the stars Teens do their courting in the back seats of cars Wives watch the news, their husbands all snooze While single men drink and toast stories in bars For Duncan & Peter their futures look fine They know not what they're missing So they'll never pay mind They'll live in the shell of this live fairy tale And roll down the hill to the stream in their time Down Down Down in Blooming Grove Valley