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About a mile around the bend
The Bryans lived their humble days
Working hard to earn their keep
With little sleep and pay
They played songs with pots and pans
With clapping hands and joyful tones
With the music underneath
The warm heart beat of home

Yeah, the brothers played, played, played
And mother, she sang along too
Turning music into bread
And strumming dreams into the truth
They found their way, way, way
Growing branches from their roots
And the fruit of which still feeds the earth today
'cause the brothers played

When it came to holidays
The Bryans gave not gifts, but love
Simple smiles and songs were shared
To fill the air above
They heard a knock upon their door
One early morn and came to find
Violins, guitars, and more
The songs were born by night

Yeah, the brothers played, played, played
The neighbors, they sang along too
Turning music into bread
And strumming dreams into the truth
They found their way, way, way
Growing branches from their roots
And the fruit of which still feeds the earth today
'cause the brothers played

They went out to the old stone streets
They strummed their strings and beat their drums
Passerby's would stomp their feet
Toss coins as they were done
La da da da da da da
The town sang on and filled their jar
The Bryans lived their days so long
The music traveled far
Yeah, the music traveled far

Many years have passed away
The name has changed, but they live on
As two Virginia boys both play
To their great Grandpa's song
They travel in their rolling home
To lands unknown and seek to find
Eager hearts upon the road
To fill with song and rhyme

Yeah, the brothers play, play, play
And now I, I sing along too
Turning music into bread
And strumming dreams into the truth
They found their way, way, way
Growing branches from their roots
And the fruit of which still feeds the earth today
'cause the brothers play

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Melodime Virginia

"Melodime is what’s missing in music today – a band that tells stories from their deepest recesses of their hearts and souls: a band that seamlessly blends the musical past with the sounds of the future; a band that is working hard to make a difference through their music and charitable giving that will last a lifetime." ... more

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