Barbara Brister

Barbara Brister

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Getting Ready

Written By: Barbara Brister

I've seen the fog roll through the redwoods
and I've watched the sun slide into the sea.
I've gathered shells and driftwood--
empty and strong, uprooted and floating free.

I had things to do, I had things to do.
I was getting ready for you.

I've danced too slow with strangers
and I've left too soon and stayed a big too long.
Been known to flirt with danger
where I knew I really did not belong.

I had things to do, I had things to do.
I was getting ready for you.

If I had met you years ago
in a crowded train or a checkout lane
or on my own in that little bar,
would I have known how right for me you are?
I was getting ready. . . I was getting ready.

I've coasted and I've struggled
and I've spun my wheels, going nowhere fast.
I've gone to quite some trouble
saving the best till last.

I had things to do, I had things to do.
I was getting ready for you.

Getting Ready

Written By: Barbara Brister

I've seen the fog roll through the redwoods
and I've watched the sun slide into the sea.
I've gathered shells and driftwood--
empty and strong, uprooted and floating free.

I had things to do, I had things to do.
I was getting ready for you.

I've danced too slow with strangers
and I've left too soon and stayed a bit too long.
Been known to flirt with danger
where I knew I really did not belong.

I had things to do, I had things to do.
I was getting ready for you.

If I had met you years ago
in a crowded train or a checkout lane
or on my own in that little bar,
would I have known how right for me you are?
I was getting ready . . . I was getting ready.

I've coasted and I've struggled
and I've spun my wheels, goin' nowhere fast.
I've gone to quite some trouble
savin' the best till last.

I had things to do, I had things to do.
I was getting ready for you.

Sooner or Later

Written By: Barbara Brister

When I ran home from playing I would tiptoe up the stairs
to hear the sounds of Daddy dreaming,
Daddy typing in that creaky old chair.
And when the stories had ended, he told me like a friend,
"Honey, don't you wait too long. Once I had a fever that warmed my bones,
once I had a fire with a mind of its own.
But sooner or later the fire was gone.
Sooner or later . . . gone."

Sooner or later it all comes down to the glimmer of a distant light.
In the wink of an eye it all comes down.
So much I want to say but the words don't come out right.
Sooner or later it comes down to a smile.

Dad's blue eyes were twinkling the night we kissed goodbye.
December moon was weeping honey, warm honey from a golden sky.
And when you find me smiling, I'd like to think that I am
passing my old man's smile along. Sooner or later everyone's gone,
sooner or later gone. So I'll just pass it along,
pass the smile along.

Sooner or later it all comes down to the glimmer of a distant light.
In the wink of an eye it all comes down.
So much I want to say but the words don't come out right.
Sooner or later it comes down to a smile.
So much I want to say but the words don't come out right.
Sooner or later it comes down to a smile.

Getting Ready

Written By: Barbara Brister

I've seen the fog roll through the redwoods
and I've watched the sun slide into the sea.
I've gathered shells and driftwood--
empty and strong, uprooted and floating free.

I had things to do, I had things to do. I was getting ready for you.

I've danced too slow with strangers
and I've left too soon and stayed a bit too long.
Been known to flirt with danger
where I knew I really did not belong.

I had things to do, I had things to do. I was getting ready for you.

If I had met you years ago
in a crowded train or a checkout lane
or on my own in that little bar,
would I have known how right for me you are?
I was getting ready . . . I was getting ready.

I've coasted and I've struggled
and I've spun my wheels, goin' nowhere fast.
I've gone to quite some trouble
savin' the best till last.

I had things to do, I had things to do.
I was getting ready for you.