Scattering of You

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Copyright 1998 Dan Phillips, all rights reserved

My father passed away at the beginning of 1998. Later, in the spring, my family and I went to the mountains to scatter his ashes.

Featuring the crystalline psuedo-eastern background vocalization of, and co-produced by, my brother Glen Phillips.

Scattering of You - Lyrics

©1998 Dan Phillips

Hold the ashes in our hands
Flecks of grey, and specks of white
All that bound these bits of clay
Has let them go, and said goodnight

Let them slip between our hands
Let them fall into the grass
Let them catch upon the wind
Let them soar beyond this narrow mountain pass

You measured how the light would scatter,
Every spark a clue
And now it's up to us to weigh
The scattering of you

Look around to mark the day
Sun is high and sky is clear
The fields are lush and deep in green
The rains were good to them this year

I remember being young
I walked beside you 'round this bend
Mom says you loved these mountain flowers
And so it's good that part of you's now part of them

You measured how the light would scatter,
Every spark a clue
And now it's up to us to weigh
The scattering…

Driving home, the ocean was
A luminescent blue
I stopped to watch the waves, and weigh
The scattering of you