I grew so old
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In that house I lived in
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They brought me here
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'Cause I can't take care
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I lost my worth
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And my purpose here
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I feel you cry
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But I can't speak my mind
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Will you hold me
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And never let me go
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'Cause I hate it when you walk outside that door
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'Cause I know I won't ever see your eyes
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The eyes I gave you
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When my eyes shut
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They'll take me to the land
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For fiftie years I lived there with my man
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And on my own I lived for fortie more
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I watched you grow up
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From babies on the floor
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To the beautiful women that you are
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And I hated that you've gone away so far
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Cause I know I won't ever see those eyes
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The eyes I gave you
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The evenings fall
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They'll drag me out the hall
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Up to my bunk and drug me 'til I'm numb
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But pass the haze
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I see your pretty face
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Remember me when I'm gone
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You know I love you
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Though I can hardly say
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And I hate it when you see me in this way
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But in darkness
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I'll always see those eyes
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The eyes I gave you
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Ruth Marie
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| Red House Painters |
