Jean Moss - Mad Marion

In the parlour of the browns and the arbours
The fragrance is of long-dead flowers
She sits there waiting, her clothes need replacing
The smile is empty that her lips are tracing
Constantly she stares ahead
Where's my Bill that's what she said
Tea is waiting two cups set
Come on in Bill where've you been so long?

And the trees they whisper he's not there
And the wind it whistles he's not there

In the garden there's a statue of her father
In stone preserved mosses for to gather
The ivy is creeping and the ferns are increasing
In swamp once pond the willow is still weeping
Weeping for his child who's gone
In her place who is this one
One who sits and stares and smiles
At Bill, he smiles for Marion alone

And the trees they whisper he's not there
And the wind it whistles he's not there

In the bedroom the tapestries and broadloom
The moonshine glows through windows now opaque
Marion is sleeping, in Bill's arms she's sleeping
She's unaware of the preacher and his preaching
At dawn when sunrays pierce the sky
Bill goes away I wonder why
Got things to do far far away
Things the neighbours wouldn't understand

And the trees they whisper he's not there
And the wind it whistles he's not there
And the trees they whisper he's not there
And the wind it whistles he's not there

Written by:
Jean Moss

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