There's something golden about late afternoon,
When the birds and squirrels calm down.
And Grampa returns from hunting coon,
While Mama sews lace on sister's gown.

When birds and squirrels calm down,
Sweet smells of evening prevade,
While Mama sews lace on sister's gown,
For the wedding promenade.

Sweet smells of evening prevade,
As Mama attaches the lace,
For the wedding promenade,
With everything in place.

As Mama sews the lace,
Sister's ghost stands on the stair,
With everything in place,
She bitterly whispers"it isn't fair."

Sister's ghost stand on the stair,
Grandpa returns from hunting coon,
We know she's not really there,
There's something golden about late afternoon.

03/07/2002

Posted on 03/07/2002
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