Standin' in front of that church
where we both found God,
been through it all and back again,
ya' know life can be hard.
I saw Melissa, saw her again,
now there's no more worries,
now there's no more pain.
Holdin' the baby,
born the year before,
now she's found love again,
won't be alone no more.
Workin' in the garden,
growing flowers to sell,
raising a bright future
with happiness to tell.
Painting a portrait,
sketches of a tree,
I saw Melissa
in times of serenity.
We got steps to follow,
worn paths to tread,
keeps us from li-ivin'
alone in our head.
I saw Melissa
singing in the band,
sweet dreams in her heart
and flowers in her hand.
On facebook this morning
came the sad news,
Melissa is gone now,
we're all singin' her blues.
Hard work and hard luck,
beauty and bliss,
Melissa was a bright light
that we will always miss.
I sense this is a very personal song, which makes it hard to comment. I like it. This might sound a bit glib, but the obvious rhyming possibility of Melissa and miss her sprang to my mind.
My least favorite line is "we're all singin' her blues," for the simple reason that this is not a blues song.
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I sense this is a very personal song, which makes it hard to comment. I like it. This might sound a bit glib, but the obvious rhyming possibility of Melissa and miss her sprang to my mind.
My least favorite line is "we're all singin' her blues," for the simple reason that this is not a blues song.
Thank you for your comments @gavin! Actually it is personal, because I did have a friend named Melissa who died. Most of my songs are not specifically about me or anyone I know, but this one is.
True, this is not a blues song. Melissa was singing blues one of the last times I saw her, so that's where it came from. But no one listening to the song would know that.
Thank you!
Enjoyed Da Listen Me Likes.
Larry G. Killam
