BARRY GARRETT

BARRY GARRETT

BandPopSinger/Songwriter

just me and a guitar, love writing songs. when i was in the fourth grade our teacher gave us a picture of and indian setting by a tee pee and said write a paragraph about what you see. i wrote a poem. it got published in our hometown newspaper...it was a kick then and writing still is. i like touching lives in a positive way...probably why i gravitated towards hospital work...but, even now i always write...i hope one day i will do it for a living.

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

SONGWRITERS

Written By: BARRY GARRETT

His fiddle sings,
A melody of life,
Deep in the night, His music coming of age
He draws the bow, on the strings of her heart
Sweeter now, gentle now, 'til the passion starts
Then they pick up the fears that remain...and
His fiddle sings

Her pen bleeds
Paints a picture of life
On linen white, a story coming of age.
She dips the pen
Into the inkwell of his soul
Deeper now into the shadows where the memories go
To hide all the scars and the pain...and
Her pen bleeds.

two hearts beat in time; caught in the rhyme
verse after verse, they build a love unrehearsed

They write a song.
Their duet of life,
On the staff of time, Harmony coming of age;
Day after day, writing the lines
Together now once again with feeling this time
'Til they finish life's serenade;
They write a song...

His fiddle sings...

Her pen bleeds...

They write their song.

SONGWRITERS

Written By: BARRY GARRETT

His fiddle sings,
A melody of life,
Deep in the night, His music coming of age
He draws the bow, on the strings of her heart
Sweeter now, gentle now, 'til the passion starts
Then they pick up the fears that remain...and
His fiddle sings

Her pen bleeds
Paints a picture of life
On linen white, a story coming of age.
She dips the pen
Into the inkwell of his soul
Deeper now into the shadows where the memories go
To hide all the scars and the pain...and
Her pen bleeds.

two hearts beat in time; caught in the rhyme
verse after verse, they build a love unrehearsed

They write a song.
Their duet of life,
On the staff of time, Harmony coming of age;
Day after day, writing the lines
Together now once again with feeling this time
'Til they finish life's serenade;
They write a song...

His fiddle sings...

Her pen bleeds...

They write their song.