A LIFE IN SONG - PART ONE

 

DEAR JOHN,

ONCE UPON A TIME we walked in the EARLY MORNING RAIN along the SEA OF TRANQUILITY. It was SUMMERTIME and we were on our way to SCARBOROUGH FAIR. We came home at SUNDOWN and it was BEAUTIFUL. I asked, A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS ? You said, I LOVE YOU TRULY. You held me TENDERLY and I had STARDUST in my eyes. You said HELP ME MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT and weíll have SWEET DREAMS, then SOME SUNDAY MORNING weíll walk down the aisle at THE LITTLE BROWN CHURCH IN THE WILDWOOD. I lived ONE DAY AT A TIME and YOU WERE ALWAYS ON MY MIND. TIME passed and we built SWEET MEMORIES listening to OLD DANS RECORDS and the UNCHAINED MELODY was our song. We stood beneath THE MAPLE ON THE HILL and you promised to love me ALWAYS. You said, DONíT WORRY, BE HAPPY, Iíll build you a MANSION ON THE HILL.

But now, Iím LOOKINí OUT MY BACK DOOR at the TEQUILA SUNRISE trying to forget these FOUR WALLS and the RIBBON OF DARKNESS that clouds MY HAPPINESS. Because I HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE that YOUíVE LOST THAT LOVINí FEELINí and IíM SO LONESOME I COULD CRY because Iím MISSINí YOU. YOUR CHEATINí HEART and LYINí EYES met up with OLD FRIENDS, VINCENT and THE BOXER, DOWN ON THE CORNER at THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN. You lived FOR THE GOOD TIMES and the NIGHT LIFE in your CIRCLE OF STEEL with RUBY, MARIE ELANA, MAC THE KNIFE and BAD, BAD LEROY BROWN. I thought you were CRAZY! You made a RAMBLE TAMBLE of my life when you said you loved CECILIA and IT TURNS ME INSIDE OUT. I guess I should SUFFER IN SILENCE but now and then thereís A FOOL SUCH AS I and itís been A BLOODY MARY MORNING, SINCE YOUíVE GONE.

Itís FUNNY HOW TIME SLIPS AWAY and ITíS A HARD LIFE WHEREVER YOU GO but IF WISHES WERE CHANGES, Iíd TAKE THE A TRAIN and be HOMEWARD BOUND for THE CITY OF NEW ORLEANS. Iíd listen to the SOUND OF SILENCE and wait for THE HEALING HANDS OF TIME to mend my HEARTACHES. And YOUíLL NEVER KNOW that ITíS BEEN A HARD DAYS NIGHT, my eyes get MISTY and I FALL TO PIECES each time I think of you. Oh, WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE? Theyíve blown away like DUST IN THE WIND and I was BORN TO LOSE.

But Iíll pick up the pieces. I may go to CHICAGO and become a HONKY TONK ANGEL, SITTINí ON A BAR STOOL downing RYE WHISKY. ME AND BOBBY MC GEE will sing THE DRUNKARDS BLUES because MY BLUE HEAVEN has gone DOWN IN THE BOON DOCKS. But THE ROOTS OF MY RAISINí RUN DEEP, so instead, I may take a SEA CRUISE and go WHERE THE BOYS ARE. At any rate I WILL SURVIVE because THATíS MY DESIRE and I AM A ROCK.

If we should meet, JUST WALK ON BY and pretend YOU DONíT KNOW ME. My friends all say I CANíT STOP LOVINí YOU because I have to many MEMORIES and youíre STILL, GENTLE ON MY MIND. But I will forget AS TIME GOES BY. So, DONíT WORRY ĎBOUT ME.

One day Iíll meet someone who will LOVE ME TENDER and weíll have DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES. Heíll WHISPER MY NAME and Iíll get a PEACEFUL EASY FEELINí. Weíll hit the CAREFREE HIGHWAY and TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT until we see THE LIGHTS OF OLD SANTA FE. Then weíll build a sweet little nest out there in the West and LET THE REST OF THE WORLD GO BY.

Until then, I remain,

YOURS, SINCERELY, LOUISE

By Lora Cox 2001

Part Two

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