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This is a song I wrote for my wife, she returns to her parents home in France every summer with our children and the experience leaves her feeling very nostalgic and reflective. In the photograph she is the little girl on the left.
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Lyrics
It started without thinking about it,
Memories came back to her.
The way the light played on the moment,
And her children's voices calling.
She's standing at the door,
They're lying in the shade.
Beneath a sky where a lone cloud strays.
There in the place where Isabelle played.
The smallest things bring her back there
Her mother standing in the kitchen
The pattern on her childhood bedroom wall
A broken doll she remembers falling
She feels it in the air
The frailty of time
Like dreams in the night
That never seem to fade
There in the place where Isabelle played.
She's standing at the door
She's rolling back the years
Secrets she'd forgotten
Little promises she'd made
There in the place where Isabelle played.
Memories came back to her.
The way the light played on the moment,
And her children's voices calling.
She's standing at the door,
They're lying in the shade.
Beneath a sky where a lone cloud strays.
There in the place where Isabelle played.
The smallest things bring her back there
Her mother standing in the kitchen
The pattern on her childhood bedroom wall
A broken doll she remembers falling
She feels it in the air
The frailty of time
Like dreams in the night
That never seem to fade
There in the place where Isabelle played.
She's standing at the door
She's rolling back the years
Secrets she'd forgotten
Little promises she'd made
There in the place where Isabelle played.
jiguma
Nicely done Will - I really like these personal songs - for me they are
definitely the easiest to write and the ones which best stand the test of
time. At first I wasn't too sure about the persussion/drums, but as the
song went on, they seemed more and more appropriate. Minor nit is
that you haven't left enough room at the end so that the song has the
chance to fade out - simply a matter of moving the marker a little I
suspect. Like the lyrics and simple melody - reminds me of someone,
but can't think who.
Wish I had an excuse to visit France every summer!!
Neil