Текст песни When She Plays - Solveig Leithaug

When She Plays
Solveig Leithaug
Finding Home

For my sweet mother-in-law, Sharon Rose Chaffee, a fine church pianist
For 40 years, who returns to us from Alzheimer's when she plays.

Mother hasn't been quite herself for some time
She's been doing things without reason or rhyme
Words don't come easy, her sentences odd
The meaning is jumbled, so I listen and nod

When she plays, oh she plays her piano
It is just like she played years ago
And her fi ngers familiarly linger
Over keys she so lovingly knows
Like a dream, so sublime
For this window in time
She returns when she plays

Mother's got her mufflers and winter coat on
It's a hundred and one where she sits in the sun
Mother wandered off just the other day
She went down to the mailbox and then lost her way

Songs of a lifetime bridging rivers of distance
Language of music seems to know no resistance
So I marvel and listen, as she soars and she shines
And I can't help feel like this moment's divine
Stories and memories of past generations
Hymns to a God who's ancient yet present
She plays all her favorites, song after song
And I wish I could stop time from ticking on

Mother once was known for her beauty and flair
Her humor exquisite, how deeply she cared
Mother pours her iced tea right into her shoes
The light in her eyes has been so painful to loose

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