Peter Frost - Ballad Of A Life
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- Ballad Of A Life
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Ballad Of A Life
Mary moved from east to west
Wanting to be free
And the only thing she left behind
Was a money tree.
Her father was a working man
Living in the woods
With the money he got from the state
He did all he could.
And when she was a little girl
She whispered in his ears
“Daddy, you make me forget all my fears”
When she got to her new place
Everything was wrong
But there was a radio there
And she turned it on
In a silly flash of innocence
She changed the station set
Found a song she knew by heart
And sang it three tones flat
In the middle of her sleep
She would open up her eyes
And like a new born baby she would cry:
“Won't you tell me what I need?
I don't wanna find me bended knee again”
Mary woke up and went for
A walk in the street
Not aware of someone that
Was watching her feet
He went to her and slowly said
“Hi my name is john,
I see that you are new in town,
I won't let you alone”
And as she walked and meet the place
He was standing by her side
And like a miracle she started to smile
She started to work as a bartender
In a coffee-shop
She was known by her sweet face
And that precious knot.
She had never been so popular
Since the high-school days
When people used to call her “freak”
In so many ways.
But now she had someone to trust
Someone to call her friend.
But she just took a while to understand
“Won't you tell me what I need?
I don't wanna find me broken dream again”
One day she began to feel
A little mixed up
So she turned to john and said
“I've got news my love”
So they held each-other’s hands
And faced each-other’s eyes
“There's somebody else to come”
She said in thin disguise
He started to cry of happiness
And both of them agreed:
She would have to ask a little more on tips
Suddenly nine months were gone
And a baby girl was born
No one around held the tears
Or even cried by force.
As I'm sitting on this table
At the coffee-shop
I see stories come and go
With the hailstorm.
Now I'm waiting for this rain
To stop and let me go
So I can make my way through people's smoke.
“Won't you tell me what I need?
I don't wanna find myself unseen again”
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