There's Something Golden About Late Afternoon
By Jane
There's something golden about late afternoon, When the birds and the squirrels calm down, And Grampa returns from hunting coon, While Mama sews lace on sister's gown. When the birds and the squirrels calm down, Sweet smells of evening prevade, While Mama sews lace on sister's gown, For the wedding promenade. Sweet smells of evening prevade, As Mama attaches the lace, For the wedding promenade, With everything in place. As Mama attaches the lace, Sister's ghost stands on the stair, With everything in place, She bitterly whispers "it isn't fair" Sister's ghost stands on the stair, And Grampa returns from hunting coon, She bitterly whispers "it isn't fair" There's something golden about late afternoon. Written November 8th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 09:15 AM PST 0 • 10
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