LYRIC FOR SALE

By Emma C

(Intro to Verse 1)

North past the trees
And tracks born from rusty old wheels,
Lives a cottage hidden from sight.

An old Man and his chair,
With his filmy blind stare
And a lantern that swings to the night.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

(Verse)

The old Gramophone
Plays of days long ago
And of words that are frozen in time.

And he caresses the frame,
That dust cannot age,
It's a vision that's burned in his mind.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
O'l Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
The old trees they know.

(Verse)

He sits in his chair
Near a wall that's not there,
Conjuring things in his mind.

A girl with fire for hair,
And feet laced with air,
He's spinning her backwards through time.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
The Ol' Gramophone.
Oh Oh Oh
It plays on and on.

(Chorus)

For in Ol' Piney Grove
The Faeries they know,
Of a song that never gets old.

They lift up his chair,
And take him where,
The air it never gets cold.

It was so long ago ,
But still so real in his mind,
His chair is a dream
And he's taking a ride.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

Ol Piney Grove,

Didn't you know?

(Verse)

Now his strong arms surround her,
With his love that has found her
Again as they dance to their favourite tune.

His kilt it is flying,
His bonny lass smiling,
As they spin through the light of the moon.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
They spin dreams out of gold.

(Chorus)

For in Ol' Piney Grove,
The Faeries they know,
Of a song that never gets old.

They lift up his chair,
And take him where,
The air it never gets cold.

It was so long ago,
But still so real in his mind,
His chair is a dream
And he's taking a ride.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove

(Bridge)

The Sun's in their souls
They'll never get old
And the Gramophone plays on and on

The Moon in their eyes
As they dance through the skies
Weaving their love into gold.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

(Outro)

For in Ol' Piney Grove,
There's a Magic that knows,
Of a love that's still holding it's breath.

So they let out a sigh,
So the magic won't die,
So that life can still live within death.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol Piney Grove
Oh Oh Oh
You just might get to go....

Copyright Emma Chute 20/9/2019