Words: Jim Winship, Tune: Similar to Kate Wolf's 'Give Yourself to Love'

 

It’s sort of like a rumor carried on the breeze,

Words like change, community are drifting through the trees

The Caucus don't have much structure, but it doesn't fade away,

Blooms like some perennial on those hot and humid days.

 

           A place of learning,

           A place of solace,

           Where folks don't put on airs

           Easy to talk about what needs to be done

           In the midst of those who care

 

As long as times, they (get) (stay) hard, then our work is never done

And as long as people feel at home when to these Institutes they come

As long as we can laugh and sing, and let down our thinning hair

Then this traveling rural road show will pop up again somewhere

 

           A place of learning,

           A place of solace,

           Where folks don't put on airs

           Easy to talk about what needs to be done

           In the midst of those who care

 

And it’s sort of like a rumor

Carried on the breeze