So when unfortunately my Father-in-law could not make it to go see Tom Chapin play at The turning Point Cafe with Eileen who had bought the tickets as his Christmas gift, we made it our January date night. Just made the deadline!
So after dropping the little cherubs at Grandma and Grandpa's house we were on our way to the quaint little town of Piermont and to our first date night of 2011.
We spent a couple of hours listening to some great songs in an intimate setting and had a very good time. We capped the evening chowing down our burgers talking mostly about...the kids.
I didn't know anything about Tom Chapin so I had no expectations but I have to say that he made a fan out of me and the good thing about a lot of his songs is that they are family and kid oriented like "the family tree".
You can hear it by clicking here .
Before the days of jello
Lived a prehistoric fellow,
Who loved a maid and courted her beneath the banyan tree.
And they had lots of children.
Their children all had children.
They kept on having children until
One of them had me!
We're a family and we're a tree. Our roots go deep down in history
From my great great grand-daddy reaching up to me,
We're a green and growing family tree.
My grandpa came from Russia.
My grandma came from Prussia.
They met in Nova Scotia, had my dad in Tennessee.
Then they moved to Yokahama
Where Daddy met my mama.
Her dad's from Alabama and her mom's part Cherokee.
One fine day I may go
To Tierra Del Fuego.
Perhaps I'll meet my wife there and we'll move to Timbuktu.
Our kid will be bilingual,
And though she may stay single,
She could, of course, comingle with the
King of Kahtmandu.
The folks in Madagascar
Aren't the same as in Alaskar.
They have different moods, different foods and
Different colored skin.
You may have a different name,
But underneath we're much the same;
You're probably my cousin and the whole world is our kin.
We're a family and we're a tree. Our roots go deep down in history
From my great great grandmother reaching up to me,
We're a green and growing family tree.
Lived a prehistoric fellow,
Who loved a maid and courted her beneath the banyan tree.
And they had lots of children.
Their children all had children.
They kept on having children until
One of them had me!
We're a family and we're a tree. Our roots go deep down in history
From my great great grand-daddy reaching up to me,
We're a green and growing family tree.
My grandpa came from Russia.
My grandma came from Prussia.
They met in Nova Scotia, had my dad in Tennessee.
Then they moved to Yokahama
Where Daddy met my mama.
Her dad's from Alabama and her mom's part Cherokee.
One fine day I may go
To Tierra Del Fuego.
Perhaps I'll meet my wife there and we'll move to Timbuktu.
Our kid will be bilingual,
And though she may stay single,
She could, of course, comingle with the
King of Kahtmandu.
The folks in Madagascar
Aren't the same as in Alaskar.
They have different moods, different foods and
Different colored skin.
You may have a different name,
But underneath we're much the same;
You're probably my cousin and the whole world is our kin.
We're a family and we're a tree. Our roots go deep down in history
From my great great grandmother reaching up to me,
We're a green and growing family tree.
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