The Open Window-John & Mary

[ti:The Open Window] [ar:John & Mary] [al:Victory Gardens] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Open Window - John & Mary [00:22.70]She walked away with the ring in her hand [00:27.11] [00:28.15]The back door open scattered coins on her night stand [00:32.71] [00:33.55]The room around her so silent and still [00:37.88] [00:38.91]The echoes of the voices lingered from a time [00:43.31]When so long ago and far away [00:46.21]How sweet the fiddle bow did play [00:49.32]The smiles around the table as they talked intimately [00:54.10] [00:55.24]When she would leave them her children alone [00:59.58] [01:00.60]Their cries and protests made her want to stay back home [01:05.15] [01:06.09]In isolation she worked into night [01:10.25] [01:11.42]Her hands all calloused by the twisted vines she'd fight [01:15.91]Then she'd think of times so long ago [01:18.90]The dinner embers still aglow [01:21.75]The smiles around the table as they talked intimately [01:26.50] [01:29.72]The window was open the daughter was pale [01:38.37] [01:40.51]The steam pipes were broken and her hand [01:44.52] [01:45.34]Froze to the rail [01:48.13] [02:09.91]When so long ago and far away [02:13.04]How sweet the fiddle bow did play [02:15.76]The smiles around the table as they talked intimately [02:20.77] [02:22.46]The grief lay all around her [02:25.69] [02:27.81]No food heat just war [02:32.24]She looked in the tarnished mirror her glowing eyes [02:37.51]Traveled to a place [02:39.47]Where they would drink and dance on dusty florid days [02:43.66]The little boy sat and polished his shoes [02:47.63] [02:48.80]He'd rub them with a cloth so shined he couldn't lose [02:53.58] [02:54.17]A small green vase for his mom he wished to win [02:58.84] [02:59.55]To bring the life back to the face that's always been [03:03.50] [03:04.04]Full of love and life a sparkle lay [03:07.21]A mother's tear to make her stay [03:09.93]The sky grew dark the rain clouds pour [03:12.62]She wouldn't see her anymore [03:15.30]So long ago and far away how sweet the fiddle bow did play [03:20.72]The smiles around the table as they talked intimately [03:25.53] [03:28.83]The window was open the daughter was pale [03:37.25] [03:39.50]The steam pipes were broken and her hand [03:43.31] [03:44.25]Froze to the rail