John & Mary The Open Window
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 from 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'd 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.
