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Molly
Lynda Wittig Dawson (Grandma Bea Music, BMI)
From the CD: On the Short Rows by
The Kickin Grass Band
Death has many hands…it can snatch one person
out of the present, and steal the hopes, dreams and entire future of
another in one fell swoop.
Oh Molly, my Molly, I watched your hair turn grey
From up above in heaven where we’ll meet again someday
But I recall the day we met, your hair was shining gold
To warm the heart of many a man, though the night was cold
Oh Molly, my Molly, I watched your humor sour
From up above in heaven, where we’ll meet in the final hour
But I recall the day we wed, the laughter in your eyes
The smile on the lips that said they’d love me ‘til I died
Oh Molly, my Molly, I watched your hope run dry
From up above in heaven, where we’ll meet when the time is neigh
But I recall the day I left, you told me you would pray
And put your faith in God above that I’d come home some day
Oh Molly, my Molly, I watched your spirit drown
From up above in heaven, where we’ll meet when the sun goes down
But I recall the day I died you damned the cursed war
And though you watched the Old Plank Road I never came back no more |
