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Lyrics, Stories, and Instrument information from the Life Stages CD

Click on the title of each song for to read lyrics and the stories behind each.
Also on this page: Information about album, the musicians, and their instruments.

Life Stages At the Heart of Me When You Turn 30 Find Me Time Definitions
Because You Choose To Mystery The Tide By '80 I Wanna Walk with You
Keep in Touch A Jig in Your Pocket Bleeding Heart Solitaire As Much as Before
Apparent in Me Picture of You Flying Grownups New Year Wishes

About the album:

This album of 20 songs includes many of Verlene's recent songs, but also several songs that were written years ago, but that didn't quite fit the themes of her five previous albums of original songs. As she was compiling the songs for this album, she became aware of a theme that would tie them all together. Many of the recently written songs were about a new stage in her life, watching aging parents enter a new stage in their lives. Also included were songs written for significant occasions throughout life, such as turning 30, attending high school reunion, and concerns about the future. The title for the album, "Life Stages" encompasses all these topics and more. Next to each song's lyrics you'll find a story from Verlene about each song and also a list of the instruments that were used on the recording.

The photo montage on the CD shows a glimpse into Verlene's musical life stages. You can see larger versions plus the story behind each photo on the Life Stages Photo Album page.

The musicians are:

Verlene Schermer on all vocals, harps, guitars, piano, violin, mandolin, hardingfele, nyckelharpa, and drum machine programming
Linnette Bommarito on flute
Jon Schermer on trombone
Preston Carter on electric bass
Don Frank on drums and percussion

The Musicians' Instruments

Verlene's instruments:

Triplett Celtic 34 string harp
Rees "Double Morgan" double strung harp with 58 strings (29 per side)
Stony End "Esabelle" cross- strung harp with 37 strings total, 22 "white keys" and 15 "black keys"

Yamaha P-115 digital piano
Yamaha PF85 electronic piano

Taylor 514CE steel string guitar
Martin N-20 nylon string guitar from 1969 (pre-fire)

Reproduction Stradiverius Violin made in 1723 by an anonymous violin maker
Sebastian Kloz violin made in Germany in 1730

Martin Westermark nyckelharpa (a Swedish keyed fiddle) made in Sweden in 2006
Joe Baker hardingfele hardingfele (a Norwegian fiddle also called a Hardanger fiddle) made by the American violin maker in the 1990s

Gibson F-4 mandolin made in 1939

Alesis SR18 drum machine

Linnette's flute is a silver Prima flute by Sankyo Flute Company

Jon's trombone is a Selmer Bolero

Preston's basses:
Yamaha TRB4P 4-string electric bass
Yamaha TRB1005 5-string electric bass
Ebony jazz = Unbranded Jazz-style 4-string electric bass composed of:

• Alder body
• Maple neck with ebony fretboard
• Duncan single-coil pickups
• Bartolini pre-amp

Don played his studio trap set and a truck full of percussion -- too many to list. But worth noting is the "garden weasel" that is literally a garden tool that he found to have a cool rattle sound.


Life Stages

Once I had the title of the album, I got to thinking about the famous quote "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." The quote comes from Shakespeare's "As You Like It" and the speech goes on to describe the 7 ages of man. That concept is what inspired the song "Life Stages" which I composed in October of 2017.

Verlene: Triplett harp, drum machine, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Linnette: flute
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

We're young and full of hope and we can't wait to be full grown
We try to prove our worth, and be the best the world has known
And all the while the little child within us starts to fade
We step out in the spotlight onto another stage

Life has many stages, we travel through each one
While time keeps turning pages until the story's done
Each year and every age is just as precious as the last
And it goes by fast

We take a bow and bask in all the glory of the show
We're riding high at last and feeling strong in this new role
But once again the seasons spin into another year
We leave behind the upward climb, retirement is here

Life has many stages, we travel through each one
While time keeps turning pages until the story's done
Each year and every age is just as precious as the last
And it goes by fast

The body will betray us but we'll do the best we can
To honor all life stages, accepting where we stand
And in a while recall the child that never left the heart
Who in a way, has always played the most important part

Life has many stages, we travel through each one
While time keeps turning pages until the story's done
Each year and every age is just as precious as the last
And it goes by fast

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At the Heart of Me

I got involved with helping to find class members for our High School's 30 Year Reunion, and started reminiscing and musing about why we felt compelled to meet up after all these years... I composed this song the morning of the reunion in October of 2003, and brought my double strung harp along that evening so I could play it for my classmates at the reunion.

Verlene: double strung harp, piano, drum machine, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

Some of you won’t remember me, hey, I don’t remember some of you
But we all remember the way we were and each event we were part of
Now we’ve all gone our own direction, but we’ve come here for re-connection
And now we can look at each other, and say “you’re at the heart…”

You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am
You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am today

Some of us came here to gawk, some of us came her to be gawked at
Some of us came here just to talk, and some came to rock the night away
Some of us came here to flirt, some of us came to get all the dirt
But all of us came here to revert, to a wilder, simpler day 

You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am
You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am today

And every time that I hear that tune
Or catch a whiff of some perfume
I’m taken back to a high school room
And all of you are there 

You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am
You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my history

You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am today

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When You Turn 30

I wrote this song in 1983 when I was about to turn 29. I was starting to panic that I was not at all where I thought I'd be at that age... I had recorded it with a few other musicians, but the album we were putting together never materialized, so all I had left was a deteriorating copy on cassette tape. I was hoping to simply find out who had the original multi-track recording and remix that, but had no luck, so I re-recorded it in a different key, and a slightly different vibe -- I like it even better now! I thought about changing the lyrics to reflect my current age, but then decided it was true enough as is... And if you are well past 30 as I am, you are welcome to substitute in your mind whatever age you think is more relevant to you!

Verlene: piano, Triplett harp, violin with effects for a rock sound, drum machine, vocals
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

When you turn thirty
You’re no more immune to poison arrows than you were at seventeen
When you turn thirty
You’re no more immune to disappointment than at twenty-three
When you turn thirty, you don’t have it all together
You don’t have it all sewn up, you don’t have all the answers

When you turn thirty
You’re no less afraid of making errors than you were when you were eight
When you turn thirty
You’re no less afraid of being human than in seventh grade
When you turn thirty, you don’t have it all together
You don’t have it all sewn up, you don’t have all the answers

What’s all this talk about going over the hill
It feels like I’m climbing still, and there’s far to go
What’s all this talk about finally being grown up
Tell me when will it happen to me –    when you turn thirty

When you turn thirty, you don’t have it all together
You don’t have it all sewn up, you don’t have all the answers
When you turn thirty, you don’t have it all together
You don’t have it all sewn up, you don’t have all the answers

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Find Me Time

One day, in 1989, when I had just finished teaching a vocal lesson in my studio at Guitar Showcase, a man came in to talk to me. Thinking he wanted vocal lessons, I got out my calendar, but he told me that he is going to be a famous country singer and that all he needs is a hit song. He wanted me to write him one... I politely told him that I don't write country music and I especially don't write on demand, and wouldn't have time to write a song for him. Then driving home, I started thinking "yeah, right, find me time to do it..." and this song was almost completely written in my head by the time I arrived home! But I still wasn't going to give it to this guy -- and no, he didn't actually become famous...

Velene: piano, Taylor guitar, violin, mandolin, drum machine, vocals
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

Find me time to do it and I’ll write a song for you
With a fiddle in back playing sweet the whole way through
A mandolin and a couple a feet holdin’ down the rhythm and carryin’ the beat
Find me time to do it and I’ll write a song for you

Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it, and I’ll do it for you
Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it and I’ll write a song for you

Find me time to do it and I’ll build a house for you
With a big stone hearth in the middle of the living room
A cozy kitchen with a countryside view, and all the comforts of a home for two
Find  me time to do it and I’ll build a house for you

Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it, and I’ll do it for you
Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it and I’ll build a house for you

Well the road has come to own me, now time’s not mine to spend
I can’t help but think if only I knew what I know back then

I know I’d do things diff’rently, I’d save some time for just you and me
Find me time to do it and I’ll sing this song for you

Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it, and I’ll do it for you
Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it and I’ll sing this song for you
Find me time to do it and I’ll sing this song for you

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Definitions

I wrote this song in 1981 but made some minor changes to both melody and lyrics in 2018. I have reflected back on this song from time to time when I hear people making judgments about a person or a cultural group -- and I use the song to remind myself that there is more to a person or a people than my presuppositions...

Verlene: Martin guitar in drop D tuning, drum machine, vocal
Linnette: flute
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

I’ve tried to define you
Write you in a paragraph that I can understand
I’ve tried to confine you
Hold you in my hand, keep you from expanding

I’m so afraid to let my misconceptions go
It’s safer when I think I know it all
And I don’t know what’ll happen if I let perceptions grow
I like to think that I am in control

But when I define you
I close my eyes to everything but what I want to see
And when I confine you
I’m confining me, thinking I am free   

I’m so afraid to let my misconceptions go
It’s safer when I think I know it all
And I don’t know what’ll happen if I let perceptions grow
I like to think that I am in control

I’m so afraid to let my misconceptions go
I’ve brought my definitions to an art
Though I don’t know what’ll happen if I let perceptions grow
I’d like to learn the knowing of the heart

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Because You Choose To

I have played my Rees double-strung harp at Stanford Hospital for patients at bedside, as well as in units and waiting areas since 2003. By 2013, I'd had many experiences playing for patients, some that were always alone in their rooms, and others who always had a family member or close friend by their side. What a difference the support of that primary caregiver made to the experience of the patient during their hospitalization!  I wanted to sing a song that honored the caregiver, but couldn't find one that really expressed it, so, naturally, I wrote one...

Verlene: double-strung harp, vocal

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

I never chose to be here lying in this bed
There are many places I’d like to be instead
They tell me I am brave, but I know it’s really you
Cause you don’t have to be here but you choose to

I have the easy part, I sleep most of the time
You sit beside me now, watching numbers drop and climb
They tell me I am strong, but I know it’s really you
Cause you don’t have to be here but you choose to 

Just come and hold my hand, listen while I cry
Though I’m not the greatest company, I hope you realize
I know the price you’re paying by staying by my side
And I hope you know that I know what you do, when
You don’t have to be here but you choose to

They give me medication to reduce my sense of pain
While you are feeling powerless to make it go away
My friends all wish me well, they should wish the same for you
Cause you don’t have to be here but you choose to 

Just come and hold my hand, listen while I cry
Though I’m not the greatest company, I hope you realize
I know the price you’re paying by staying by my side
And I hope you know I’m grateful that you do, 'cause
You don’t have to be here but you choose to

Now those long, sleepless nights are telling on you
Don’t forget as you care for me, take care of yourself too
I know the price you’re paying by staying by my side
And I hope you know I love you, and I know you love me too
You don’t have to be here but you choose to
No you don’t have to be here but you choose to

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Mystery

I am a huge mystery fan -- books, movies, serials -- and life is a mystery as well, so this song just sort of bubbled up in 1982 and has been percolating ever since. 

Verlene: piano, Triplett harp, hardingfele , drum machine, vocals
Jon: trombone
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: lots of cool mysterious percussion (including the garden weasel)

© 1982 Verlene Schermer

Mystery, what places are we going this time
Mystery, what foreign palace will we visit
Mystery, what peril awaits us just around the bend
Mystery, how often will the tale be twisting
Mystery, what clue will we come close to missing
Mystery, what truth will finally come out in the end

Wait and see, is what you say to me
Just read on, turn the pages for I must lead on
Finally when you read the end, it'll be timely then…
Mystery, you’ve got me hooked
Mystery, I can’t put this book down
Mystery, you’ve got me hooked
Mystery, I can’t put this book down

Mystery, what fortunes are we seeking this time
Mystery, what grand eccentric will we visit
Mystery, what damsel in distress will we defend
Mystery, how sudden will the road be twisting
Mystery, what danger will we barely miss, and
Mystery, who shall we be accusing in the end 

Wait and see, is what you always say to me
Just read on, turn the pages for I must lead on
Finally when you read the end, it'll be timely then…
Mystery, you’ve got me hooked
Mystery, I can’t put this book down
Mystery, you’ve got me hooked
Mystery, I can’t put this book down

Mystery, mystery...

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The Tide  

I wrote this song in 2016 when Dad was having to make huge adjustments to living in a retirement community after Mom passed away. He would tell people, "This is my daughter -- I used to help her on the computer, and now she helps me." And more and more, my sister and I were needed to help him with things he used to do for himself.

Verlene:  Triplett harp, vocal
Linnette: flute
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Don: drums and percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

 One day this small five-year-old sent Auntie from the door
"Don't talk to strangers" I was told, and I had not met her before
As I grew older I began to learn how I can tell
A stranger from potential friend -- you taught me very well.
And the tide would turn eventually, but I could always tell
How you retained my dignity, but kept me safe as well.

The teenaged me was not afraid to do things my own way
Though hard to do, you'd let me fail so I could learn from my mistake
You were a problem solver then -- now I solve problems too
I'll use the skills you taught me when I'm needed here with you
'Cause the tide is turning, we can see, and time will surely tell
How to retain your dignity and keep you safe as well.

It's the little things that aging brings:
Losing things -- like short term memory
Abilities that used to be so easy, slip away slowly
And the tide has turned expectedly, It's time to let me help
Now, you'll retain your dignity, but I'll keep you safe as well
Yes, you'll retain your dignity, but I'll keep you safe as well.

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By ‘80

I wrote this song in 1981 when I realized we'd passed the "future" that I was always told about... 1980... When we were kids in the 60s we thought we'd be living like the Jetsons by then!  Originally the last line said "95" instead of "25" but hey, it's my song, I can change the date!

Verlene: piano, Taylor guitar, violin, drum machine, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

Way back in the 60’s when I was just a girl
We learned in school about our destiny
They said by 1980, we would have a better world
Many problems solved by our technology

So where’s the cure for cancer they promised us by ‘80
Where’s the good clean air, tell me where
And where’s the peace and unity they said we’d see by ‘80
Haven’t seen it happen anywhere 

Where’s the ghetto answer they said we’d have by ‘80
Where’s the public shuttle to the moon
Where’s the peace and harmony they promised me by ‘80
Doesn’t seem we’ll see it very soon 

Well we still have unemployment and justice is abused
The rich are getting richer, and the poor still pay the dues
They still fight among the nations cause no one wants to lose
And I’m still singing, I’m still singing the blues

Well we still have unemployment and justice is abused
The rich are getting richer, and the poor still pay the dues
They still fight among the nations cause no one wants to lose
And I’m still singing, I’m still singing the blues

Where’s the rapid transit that can handle it by ‘80
Where’s the pill that keeps us all alive
Haven’t seen no peace and brotherhood – they said we would by ‘80
Has it been postponed till ‘25?

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I Wanna Walk With You

I am learning how to have a lot more patience when I go somewhere with my 89 year old Dad... I wrote this song in 2018.

Verlene: Triplett harp, vocal

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

I remember redwood trees, hiking trails and scabby knees
Trying to keep up with Daddy's lengthy stride.
I remember running fast, Daddy turned around at last
Watching me as breathlessly I cried:

Daddy slow down! My legs are short but yours are long
Daddy slow down, I wanna walk with you

I remember years ago, couldn't wait 'til I would grow
Tall enough to match my Daddy's rapid pace
Now I tower over him, speed along with lengthy limb
Daddy calls out to me: "Where's the race?"

Daughter slow down!  My legs are weak but yours are strong
Daughter slow down, I wanna walk with you.

Daughter slow down!  My legs are weak but yours are strong
Daughter slow down, I wanna walk with you.
I wanna talk with you, I wanna walk with you.

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Keep in Touch

When my supervisor at Stanford Hospital made a career change in 2006, I wrote this song for her.

Verlene: Triplett harp, vocals
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

This is not goodbye, we have made a true connection
Even though your life takes you in a new direction
I will miss the day to day, but you won't be far away
This may be a bit cliche:

Keep in touch, there is much we still can share
Keep in touch, let's do lunch -- say when and where
Keep in touch, you can trust that I'll be there
Let's stay connected, let's keep in touch

You've been carried to this place, and you've made the right decision
You will need this time and space to pursue a brand new vision
I wish all the best for you in everything you do
I'd like to hear about it too

Keep in touch, there is much we still can share
Keep in touch, let's do lunch -- say when and where
Keep in touch, you can trust that I'll be there
Let's stay connected, let's

Keep in touch, there is much we still can share
Keep in touch, let's do lunch -- say when and where
Keep in touch, you can trust that I'll be there
Let's stay connected, let's keep in touch
Let's keep in touch

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A Jig in Your Pocket

I published a series of harp books called "Harp Newbies" and wrote several little tunes for the books in order to teach progressively more challenging tunes. At first I didn't give the little tunes titles, just used them as practice examples and studies. But this one in particular called for a title. It was a little jig, so I called it "A Jig in Your Pocket." Before I completed the series in early 2018, I found myself singing the title, and continuing on until I had a complete lyric!

Verlene: Triplett harp, violin, mandolin, Taylor guitar, nyckelharpa, and bodhran (an Irish hand drum), vocal
Linnette: flute
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

A jig in your pocket to pull out for fun,
And to share with all your friends at the setting of the sun!
With flute and with fiddle and even with drums,
You can play this little tune 'til the morning light comes!

And when the night's over and daylight appears
You can put it in your pocket and dry up all your tears.
And when you would like to replay it again
You can pull it from your pocket and call up a friend!

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Bleeding Heart

During the last year my mother was alive, I was helping my Dad "get caught up" with his mail. Stacks and stacks and stacks of mail! As we went through each one he had a hard time letting me help him reduce the stacks to only important things -- like bills... The bulk of the mail was from various organizations with "important" surveys, all asking for money. I suspect that many of them are scams, and that most of the money he sent them went into someone's pocket. But with dementia beginning to set in, he was convinced that he was helping them decide what they should be doing and that each and every piece of mail had to be responded to. I believe it is a form of elder abuse. We finally have it under control, but as usual, writing a song was the best way for me to express my frustration. This one was written in early 2015.

Verlene: piano, Taylor guitar, "jazz" violin, vocals
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: drums and percussion

© 2015 Verlene Schermer

You are so dear, your concern is genuine
And you're sincere, and I understand why
You want to do your part to make a difference
But one day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry

They've got your name, and they know how to get to you
You're not to blame -- it says "only for your eyes"
This is time sensitive, so make your donation now
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry

They rely upon your aging memory
As they remind you of your recent pledge
You're their selected one, along with any who will reply
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry

They thank you with another new calendar
And for your gift of a specified size
You could do so much more to help them do more and more
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry

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Solitaire

I used to play solitaire with a deck of cards on the living room floor -- long before computers and devices had the digital version. It was not so much about winning the hand, but more like a way to come at my thoughts from a different angle. With my focus on something else, creative solutions could be seen out of the corner of my mind's eye. I wrote the song initially sometime during the 1990s but never wrote the date down, as the song wasn't quite finished. It was finally finished in 2018 in time to include on this album!

Verlene: piano, Taylor guitar, mandolin, cross-strung harp, drum machine, vocal
Jon: trombone
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

Lay ‘em down, pretty diamond, pretty heart
That reminds me, when will I start, believing in my future
Lay ‘em down, jacks and kings and queen of spades
Line up for the masquerade, where no one shows their true self

Life is like the way these cards go down
Not always a winner’s game, and not the loser’s blame
Life is like the way these cards go down

Lay ‘em down, six to seven, eight to the nine
I can sense things are gonna be fine, but is it fact or fiction
Lay ‘em down, red and black on white terrain
Colored patterns etched on my brain, the symptoms of addiction 

Life is like the way these cards go down
Not always a winner’s game, and not the loser’s blame
Life is like the way these cards go down

Lay ‘em down, pretty diamond, broken heart
That reminds me….

Life is like the way these cards go down
Not always a winner’s game, and not the loser’s blame
Life is like the way these cards go down
Life is like the way these cards go down


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As Much As Before

When my Dad was finally diagnosed with Alzheimer's dementia in 2016, I wrote this song for him, from all of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

Verlene: Triplett harp, Taylor guitar, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Don: percussion

© 2016 Verlene Schermer

We'd like to spend some time with you, doing things you'd like to do
Reminisce about when we were children
Go to movies or the zoo, watch a sunrise fade to blue
Share our dreams and how we hope to build them

And all you need to do is to be who you are
The one that we all cherish and adore
And should it be that you can't think of who we are
We'll love you just as much as before.

We know how hard it is for you giving up what you once knew
Watching as the physical betrays you
Muscles are retiring, neurons are misfiring
But underneath it all, your spirit stays true

All you need to do is to be who you are
The one that we all cherish and adore
And should it be that you can't think of who we are
We'll love you just as much as before.

You have so much to give, so much more life to live
And we'll be there to share it all with you
The future is unknown, but you'll never be alone
And when you wonder what you ought to do

Well, all you need to do is to be who you are
The one that we all cherish and adore
And should it be that you can't think of who we are
We'll love you just as much as before.

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Apparent In Me

In March, 2018, my cousin, Robyn, sent a photo she made of herself and her mother merged together -- half her, and half her mom. She volunteered to do one of me and my mother. I wrote this song shortly after she sent my merged photo to me!

Verlene: Triplett harp, drum machine, vocals
Linnette: flute
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

I used to think I must have been adopted, I was such an odd kid
Never fitting in
Now I see how much there is of mother, and how much of father
I carry deep within

Don't get me wrong, I'm still an individual, still have some residual
Unique qualities
But more and more I see 'em there: eyes, nose, smile, hair
What I say and what I wear...   
My parents are apparent in me

 All my life I've tried to show the world how I'm a special girl, but now
I've been feeling sad
Wondering how much is my decision, am I some revision
Of my mom and dad

Don't get me wrong, I'm still an individual, still have some residual
Unique qualities
But more and more I see 'em there: eyes, nose, smile, hair
What I say and what I wear...   
My parents are apparent in me

And now I only hope that what's inherent coming from each parent
Through their DNA
Is a mix of all that I've respected, and that I've reflected
Their goodness and their grace

Don't get me wrong, I'm still an individual, still have some residual
Unique qualities
But more and more I see 'em there: eyes, nose, smile, hair
What I say and what I wear...  
How I love, how I care...
My parents are apparent in me     
My parents are apparent in me     
Apparent in me

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Picture of You

I wrote this song during my mother's final stay at the hospital in January, 2015. The doctor had just talked to us about her prognosis, and to prepare for her end of life. I recorded just piano and vocal and put it on my phone to play it for her.  We lost her the next Monday evening...

Verlene: piano, Taylor guitar, vocal
Linnette: flute
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

Your beautiful smile -- the window of your heart
Curtains pulled wide open, shines light into the dark
The love in your eyes -- as deep as any sea
As buoyant as the ocean, it lifts and carries me

This is my picture of you, that I will hold on to                              
Sustaining me when you have moved on
This is my picture of you

You created a home infused with your own style
A place where all are welcome --  come in and stay a while
The garden you've grown of music, love, and art
Will never be untended --  it blooms within my heart

This is my picture of you, that I will hold on to                              
Sustaining me when you have moved on
This is my picture of you

And as your body slips toward its final rest
Your spirit lingers for one last caress
Cause that's who you are -- you're the best
I'm profoundly touched by how much I've been blest

This is my picture of you, that I will hold on to                              
Sustaining me when you have moved on
This is my picture of you, that I will hold on to
This is my picture of you

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Flying

This song was written in 1997. I revised the song and added a second bridge in 2018. This is dedicated to my husband of more than 30 years, Jon.

Verlene: piano, Triplett harp, violin, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: drums and percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

Whisper words and watch them wash away my woe
Wonderful is wisdom when it wakens me
When all the world is wandering and wondering where to go
Whisper words and I will walk in peace

Hold my heart and head up high and help me home
I have hopelessness and hatred hanging on
I need your hand to help me, I can’t handle it alone
Hold my heart and help me see the dawn

I see the sunrise shining in your eyes
I feel the freedom flowing through the skies
I love to listen to your loving lullabies
It soothes me, and settles me, and sends my spirit flying, flying

Bring me to the brilliance of a brighter day
Be the light that burns the blindness from my mind
Stay by my side until my blues have all been blown away
Bear with me and baby me tonight  

The wind is wild and whistling outside
Your love is shelter from this stormy night
And I am safe and warm here by your fireside
It soothes me, and settles me, and sends my spirit flying, flying, flying, flying

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Grownups

The story behind this song... well, I don't believe that I'm the only one who is tired of the political scene these past few years. I wrote this in late 2017 and finished it in 2018. Hopefully it will become outdated in a few more years...

Verlene: Triplett harp, violin, drum machine, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

Once upon the safe and snug, top of the world and feeling smug
No one peeked  beneath the rug
Children then, but childhood ends, somehow still, we just pretend
That what they say is making sense

Politicians stuck in teen-dom
All their cliques and drama queen-dom
Couldn't we somehow, all become grownups now

We lost more than our innocence, no more sitting on the fence
You're either for, or your against
Climate changed and changes still, the price is high but on the hill
No one fought to foot the bill       

Politicians stuck in teen-dom
All their cliques and drama queen-dom
Couldn't we somehow, all become grownups now
Why couldn't they somehow, try to be grownups  now

All that we can hope to do, if they won't change their  point of view
Remove the old and hold the new
Start a trend of facing facts, trust the vision they all lack
Working to  get our future back    

Politicians stuck in teen-dom
All their cliques and drama queen-dom
Would be kings, in would be kingdoms
Couldn't we somehow, all become grownups now
Why wouldn't they somehow, try to be grownups  now
Shouldn't we somehow, wanna be grownups

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New Year Wishes

At the end of 2017 as the new year was approaching, I began to muse about what I want to see happen in the coming year. I always write a list of goals, and think about the past year's accomplishments to keep me moving forward. This song started writing itself, and I had words jotted down in a notebook with a few ideas about melody. In February of 2018, I found the words and notes again, and sang it for my harp friends at our annual retreat, making it up as I went along. I refined the melody, and noticed the "Canon in D" flavor of the chord progression, and composed the flute parts to bring it out the flavor of the canon.

Verlene: Triplett harp, vocals
Linnette: flutes
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Don: percussion

© 2018 Verlene Schermer

May the coming year bring you peace, good health and good fortune
And may all your worries cease, and every dream come true
May your happiness never end, your joy have no limit
May your family and friends stay safe in all they do

And most of all may love pour in and out of you
Surround you and hold you and guide you each day
And most of all may love flow in and out of you
Infuse and enfold you and light up your way

May the coming year bring us peace, good health and good fortune
And may all our worries cease, and every dream come true
May our happiness never end, our joy have no limit
May our family and friends stay safe in all they do

And most of all may love pour in and out of us
Surround us and hold us and guide us each day
And most of all may love flow in and out of us
Infuse and enfold us and light up our way

And most of all may love pour in and out of us
Surround us and hold us and guide us each day
And most of all may love flow in and out of us
Infuse and enfold us and light up our way

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