Civilized Sadness - March 16, 1988 lament Songtext
von Wendy McNeill

I can′t show you the border
On a man-made map
On the ridge of our mountain we had four seasons
I really miss that

Pages
Blank pages
Fell from the sky

And we all went running over
Thrilled by the surprise

Testing
Testing


Then it fell from the sky
First it smelled like sweet apples
First it smelled sweet

Life is a lottery
It favours the quick
Memory is elusive
Runs away, away, away with it

I hear her singing to the plums and the grapes
See her nimble hands sewing cotton and lace
Bags which would protect fruit from bees
All of these things I carry with me

My sister's smile, my father′s poetry
But I know that I will never inherit
My mother's trees