The Photograph

Hands old and poor, her back bent and sore,

She lifts from the drawer, the photograph

Though tattered and torn, through years it has worn,

But still bears the form of the man she knew



Her eyes are weak, spilling tears on her cheek

Her lips start to speak to the photograph

She tells him with pride, she still loves him inside

Though years ago died, la da da da



La, la da, la da, la da da, la da, la da da,

La la la da da,

La, la da, la da, la da da, la da, la da da,

La la la da da



And all of the people she knew, who she knows no more

Who don't know the score say,

"we wonder why, she never married, such a

Pretty girl she was, such a lovely face she had,

Such a pretty thing she was", once



She turns to her right, to put out the light,

And wishes goodnight to the photograph

Her love, though it's strong and lasted this long,

And goes on and on, she's still in love



La, la da, la da, la da da, la da, la da da,

La la la da da,

La, la da, la da, la da da, la da, la da da,

La la la da da


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