Ice on Her Lashes-Brooke Fraser Ukulele Cover
In memory of my mother, who would have been celebrating her birthday April 2nd, I made a few edits to a song that has always been special to me. The original song is by Brooke Fraser.
Modified Lyrics below:
The lone woman stands in the turning December
She's got ice on her lashes
White at her winter coat
The trees stand like soldiers around her
Dutiful wooden guard
And the heart she feared frozen
Still beats and still marches on
Oh, Mama
I will think of you each time I see the sun
Didn't want a day without you
But somehow I've lived through another one
A gentlemen waits on a platform
In a haze of gray and grief
Now he's sold up his assets
Starting over at 50
The steam blasts like trumpets around him
Salutes on the colonnade
As he thinks to himself:
"We're all waiting for our train to come"
Oh, Robin
I will think of you each time I see the sun
Didn't want a year without you
But somehow I've lived through another one
Did you find it hard to breathe at first?
Were you wounded and in disbelief
At how much it hurt?
Now the ache's still burning
But the world's still turning
Isn't it?
Oh, Robin
I still think of you each time I see the sun
Didn't want a life without you
But here I am
living one