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mabel walsh - cheryl frances-hoad lyrics

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mabel walsh sits by the door
comfortable in her century’s skin

strong voice in the yorkshire air
memories bringing back again

the gentle man, his smiling face;
loading a truck then dropped down dead

forgotten in loud history’s noise
as life goes by and takes no heed

the statement’s tragicomic, all
those d-d-d’s as down he goes

but how the moment lingers still
in all the movements of her face

how shrapnel, smaller than a thought
had made his heart stop there and then

now mabel sits there in the light
and dreams about what might have been:

their times together through the years
their children growing strong and tall

a picnic in a moorland breeze
he was standing there. and then he fell

the war locked up so many rooms
and left them just as they once were

the ticking clock, the hourly chimes
struck silent by that b-st-rd war

- cheryl frances hoad lyrics

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