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| Lyric Credits: |
Daniel Gribbin |
| Music Credits: |
Daniel Gribbin |
| Producer Credits: |
Daniel Gribbin |
| Publisher Credits: |
Daniel Gribbin |
| Performance Credits: |
Daniel Gribbin |
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Short Song Description:
A wish for the grandson to be there to learn about Nature.
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Long Song Description:
A grandfather gives a sense of what he appreciates in Nature as he expresses his longing to have his grandson with him to learn about these things.
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Story Behind the Song:
Having a grandson can heighten a person's sense of wanting to preserve Nature for that child to appreciate and enjoy.
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| Song Length |
3:39 |
| Primary Genre |
Folk-Americana |
| Tempo / Feel |
Folk-General |
| Tempo / Feel |
Slow (71 - 90) |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Spirituality |
| Mood 1 |
Composed |
| Mood 2 |
Gracious |
| Similar Artist 1 |
James Taylor |
| Similar Artist 2 |
Josh Groban |
| Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
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I passed a quiet hour with an Ibis, yesterday.
An Ibis keeps quite busy, doesn't have too much to say.
I wished I'd had my grandson there--he lives up north, you see.
And every year at Christmas, he comes down to visit me.
But I want him to know Ibis.
I want him to know Osprey.
Oh, I want him to know how much our wild Florida means to me.
I know it must be tempting for the folks who own the land
To sell out to developers, to profit while they can.
But I wonder how they'll square it with a grandchild who might ask
Where all the birds have gone the day they bulldoze the last path.
I would want them to know Ibis.
I would want them to know osprey.
Oh, I'd want them to know how much our wild Florida deserves to last.
There's a spirit in the swampland at dawn when I arise,
A white mist disappearing as the Great Blue Heron flies.
Anyone who knows the Red-tailed Hawk, I'm pretty sure will gain,
This reverence for Old Florida that's coursing through my veins.
There's more to learn from kingfishers than most folks find in books.
I spotted one the other day, and here's the vow I took:
To bring my grandson down all summer while the reeds are tall and green
To teach him Nature's secrets, to hone his senses keen.
For I want him to know Ibis.
And I want him to know Osprey.
And I want him to know how much my wild Florida, his wild Florida,
Our wild Florida, can come to mean.
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