| The Singer By J. Price I rattled the dishes and banged on the pans So I could sing along with my make believe band. I sang one verse right after another Until I heard “enough” yelled by my mother. I wanted to sing the best that I can So I kept up the rhythm on my make believe band (Chorus) Songs from the heart shine in your smile, And bring golden light mile after mile. Songs from the heart, shine in your smile And lift up your mood for now and awhile. When I left home, I sung loud and free, while I worked every day to earn my degree. When I was a mom, I sang to my kids, and taught them drumming on our pans and lids. I sang through the dishes and scrubbing the floor. I never tired of singing one song more. When grandkids were born and running around, We’d sing songs and two-step around. When old age took me through the next phase, I still would sing of love and praise. As you wrote on my headstone, I smiled from above. It reads ‘here lies our mom, a singer of love.’ Final Chorus: Songs from the heart shine in your smile And bring golden light mile after mile. Songs from my heart are now bright and new. From heaven above, I’m singing with you. |
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