Description
From Chapter 41, “Understanding,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
Lyrics like "I felt a freeze in my knees, singing new melodies and I knew it was not mine to choose," in the mind of the author begged for a long forgotten genre known as rockabilly. The words invite us into a moment of quiet revelation, where the unexpected emergence of something deeply true shifts your perspective. The song reminds us to recognize and cherish those rare feelings that arrive unbidden, carrying with them a subtle power to heal and inspire. Listening to it is like hearing a new note sung softly from a distant hill, encouraging us to nurture the tender stirring of love that can transform us.
Lyrics
I felt a freeze in my knees,
Singing new melodies,
And I knew it was not mine to choose.
And then my soul set to sail,
I’m here to tell that tale,
When it’s like that,
It’s not ours to choose.
Something moved me, something called,
Something lifted, something fell.
I didn’t plan it, couldn’t name it,
But my heart already knew it well.
From a whippoorwill
High on a hill,
I heard a new note,
No longer forlorn.
My love was born,
My love was born,
My love was born,
The best antidote.
You need to honor it, nurture it,
Shout out the good news.
When you have a love,
You dare not lose.
It didn’t ask if I was ready,
Didn’t wait for my reply.
It came down like holy thunder,
Lit up the midnight sky.
I tried to stand there steady,
But my heart had been reborn.
The moment I heard that new note,
My love was born.
From a whippoorwill
High on a hill,
I heard a new note,
No longer forlorn.
My love was born,
My love was born,
My love was born,
The best antidote.
You need to honor it, nurture it,
Shout out the good news.
When you have a love,
You dare not lose.
I didn’t choose the hour,
I didn’t choose the flame.
But once love came calling,
Nothing stayed the same.
From a whippoorwill
High on a hill,
I heard a new note,
No longer forlorn.
My love was born,
My love was born,
My love was born,
The best antidote.
You need to honor it, nurture it,
Shout out the good news.
When you have a love,
You dare not lose.
My love was born,
My love was born,
My love was born,
And I dare not lose.
When you have a love,
You dare not lose.
