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Lyrics
LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN (dedicated to all the 9-11 victims and their families)
There I was in the middle of nowhere
with the sun beating down on me
The dusty road was swirling 'round my feet
and there was no sign of the city.
I didn't have a bag or suitcase
just some papers in a rubberband
and I met a man standing by an iron gate
with a Mint Julep in one hand.
And he said, "Welcome to your little piece of heaven.
C'mon in and make yourself at home.
This is your little piece of heaven, child.
C'mon in, you're surely not alone."
"This is your piece, your piece, your little piece of heaven."
Behind him was an ol' Southern mansion
with white pillars rising high.
And an old man sat in a rocking chair
and he reached out and put his hand on mine.
He said,"We've been a bit busy lately
so please excuse me if I doze.
Upstairs you have a room waiting
with a cool bath and a change of clothes."
"And welcome to your little piece of heaven.
C'mon in and make yourself at home.
This is your little piece of heaven, dear.
C'mon in, you're surely not alone."
"This is your piece, your piece, your little piece of heaven."
(bridge)
I joined the others on the grounds
under a canopy of trees
One man said, "This is the life."
I have to say that I agreed.
People were reading, talking, napping;
days were calm without a care
The old man came up to me
and spoke, pulling up a chair
And he said, "Welcome to the peace you'll find in heaven
far from the madness back at home
This is your peace, your place in heaven
God knows, you're surely not alone."
"This is your piece, your piece, your little piece of heaven.
This is your peace, the peace, the peace you'll find in heaven.
This is your peace, the peace, the peace you'll find in heaven.
This is your piece, your piece, your little piece of heaven."
Barbara McDonald (p) Crazy Mama Music 2001
(c) IMMG - InterMet Records 2001
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