Big Muddy Folk Festival 2014 Open MikeKen Burch and Janelle Burch performing Allison |
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Alison A rusty old photograph printed on tin. A name scrawled across the back says ‘Alison’ As you gaze in the camera lens, what did you see? Can I somehow believe it was me? Tall, faded rose, the things in your past, Ruffles and lace are from some distant land The shiny high shoes have now long gone away in a brown crumpled pile of old yesterdays Thoughts in vermillion, the dusty cotillion, the band plays a waltz while you sing. Gentle man smiles at you and whispers your name, You dance for tomorrow and what it might bring Oh Alison sits by herself in her home, so please, don’t you hear me and don’t be alone The children that might have been never shall be, down through the years there’s still me In a cheap photo album from the catalogue store, we put down our lifetime and those we adore Shots of your husband before he passed away, How worn are the pages today We put down a lifetime from cradle to grave and all that we hope for and all that we gave I don’t know the answer not even your name, only just Alison And Alison sits by herself in her home, so please don’t you hear me and don’t be alone The children that might have been never shall be, down through the years there’s still me. |