Story Behind The Song
This is a story-telling song of how I began singing as a child in my back yard and then it became my profession. It tells all the bumps I hit along the way in the music industry, but how I will always still sing for the joy it brings.
Song Description
Straight 4 ballad with poignant lyrics. Could be pop or country depending on musical arrangement. Form is A B A B C B
Song Length |
3:44 |
Genre |
Pop - Easy Listening, Country - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Passive, Poignant |
Subject |
Show Biz, Home |
Similar Artists |
James Taylor, Garth Brooks |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
My Back Yard
Music & Lyrics by
Krisanthi Pappas
Verse 1: Back when I, was a little girl,
My back yard was the whole wide world,
And I would dream, of spotlights in the clouds,
Friendly trees, became applauding crowds.
And the creaking of the swing set always seemed to chant my name,
So I would stand upon a rock to face my fenced in fame, and
Chorus: I used to sing in my back yard, before my heart was scarred,
And only the birds were there to please.
I think I?ll sing in my back yard, and if my life gets hard,
I?ll just keep singing to the rhythm of the breeze.
Verse 2: As time went on, singing songs became my trade.
The nights were long, but the bills were always paid.
To reach the top, deep down I knew I could,
I met Mr. Slick, and Mr. Hollywood.
They said ?Now pack your songs up, move your dreams right into town?,
Their promises to bring me up, would only bring me down, but
Chorus: I used to sing in my back yard, before my heart was scarred,
And only the birds were there to please.
I think I?ll sing in my back yard, and if my life gets hard,
I?ll just keep singing to the rhythm of the breeze.
Bridge: When did all the leaves begin to fall in my back yard,
How could such a joy become such hell,
Someday when I?m riding high and people want to know,
Why it?s in my blood then I will tell, that
Chorus: I used to sing in my back yard, before my heart was scarred,
And only the birds were there to please.
I think I?ll sing in my back yard, and if my life gets hard,
I?ll just keep singing to the rhythm of the breeze.
I?ll just keep singing to the rhythm of the breeze.