The Open Window
(John Lombardo and Mary Ramsey)
She walked away with the ring in her hand
The back door open scattered coins on
her night stand
The room around her so silent and still
The echoes of the voices lingered from a time
When so long ago and far away
How sweet the fiddle bow did play
The smiles around the table as
they talked intimately
When she would leave them her
children alone
Their cries and protests made her
want to stay back home
In isolation she worked into night
Her hands all calloused by the twisted
vines she'd fight
Then she'd think of times so long ago
The dinner embers still aglow
The smiles around the table as they talked
intimately
The window was open, the daughter was pale
The steam pipes were broken and her hand
Froze to the rail
When so long ago and far away
How sweet the fiddle bow did play
The smiles around the table as they
talked intimately
The grief lay all around her
No food, heat, just war
She looked in the tarnished mirror,
her glowing eyes
Traveled to a place
Where they would drink and dance
on dusty florid days
The little boy sat and polished his shoes
He'd rub them with a cloth so shined
he couldn't lose
A small green vase for his mom he
wished to win
To bring the life back to the face
that's always been
Full of love and life a sparkle lay
A mother's tear to make her stay
The sky grew dark, the rain clouds pour
She wouldn't see her anymore
So long ago and far away, how sweet
the fiddle bow did play
The smiles around the table as they
talked intimately
The window was open, the daughter was pale
The steam pipes were broken and her hand
Froze to the rail
(John Lombardo and Mary Ramsey)
She walked away with the ring in her hand
The back door open scattered coins on
her night stand
The room around her so silent and still
The echoes of the voices lingered from a time
When so long ago and far away
How sweet the fiddle bow did play
The smiles around the table as
they talked intimately
When she would leave them her
children alone
Their cries and protests made her
want to stay back home
In isolation she worked into night
Her hands all calloused by the twisted
vines she'd fight
Then she'd think of times so long ago
The dinner embers still aglow
The smiles around the table as they talked
intimately
The window was open, the daughter was pale
The steam pipes were broken and her hand
Froze to the rail
When so long ago and far away
How sweet the fiddle bow did play
The smiles around the table as they
talked intimately
The grief lay all around her
No food, heat, just war
She looked in the tarnished mirror,
her glowing eyes
Traveled to a place
Where they would drink and dance
on dusty florid days
The little boy sat and polished his shoes
He'd rub them with a cloth so shined
he couldn't lose
A small green vase for his mom he
wished to win
To bring the life back to the face
that's always been
Full of love and life a sparkle lay
A mother's tear to make her stay
The sky grew dark, the rain clouds pour
She wouldn't see her anymore
So long ago and far away, how sweet
the fiddle bow did play
The smiles around the table as they
talked intimately
The window was open, the daughter was pale
The steam pipes were broken and her hand
Froze to the rail