At the Festival
Jefferson Berry
Out in a field
Where we played all night
Out on the horizon
An early morning light
Everyone came with what
They’d been working on
Beautiful arrangements
Interesting Songs
Ladies
With Ukuleles
And babies now all grown
Singing songs of their own
Oh, what a time
Living at the festival
Feeling Alright
Right here on the farm
Oh, what a night
Singing at the festival,
Beyond the mainstage lights
Underneath the summer stars
Underneath the summer stars
The day-trippers left
At a quarter to one
They missed most of the best
Of this festival’s fun
A little bit of homegrown
Sprang up here and there
Jimmy fired up the kitchen
The campers gathered chairs.
Patiently waiting
For our next turn
Someone called the changes
For a song that we could learn
Oh, what a time
Living at the festival
I’m Feeling Alright
Right here on the farm
Oh, what a night
Singing at the festival,
Beyond the mainstage lights
Underneath the summer stars
Underneath the summer stars
Our stories were shared
Starring into the fire
Someone passed the wine
As the songs that took us higher
More than for the players
Everyone had their fun
Another Summer of Love
A Long Way from Home
Nobody had
To Say Good Night
They just fade into the shadows
Knowing everything’s all right
