Mist on the Moors
Copyright © 2001
Kevin Cook
"...once in a while if
you're lucky, someone will give you a song."
It’s been a long time
Since she’s been gone now
Sometimes I forget she’s not here
I can still hear her voice from the kitchen
We used to laugh till we’d both be in tears.
Now I get up and go through the motions
It’s a pain the whiskey don’t cure
Sometimes she drifts through my memory
Soft as a mist on the moors.
I can still see her sway to the music
I can still see her dancing on air
A little bit high and her face is just beamin’
Those days we didn’t have a care.
Now I get up and go through the motions
It’s a pain the whiskey don’t cure
Sometimes she drifts through my memory
Soft as a mist on the moors.
There’s a whole world outside waitin’
There’s a whole lot of time to kill
But I’m holed up in this old house
She left a hole I can’t seem to fill.
Now I get up and go through the motions
It’s a pain the whiskey don’t cure
Sometimes she drifts through my memory
Soft as a mist on the moors.
Kevin Cook: vocal & guitar
Christine Hanson: cello
Maria Dunn: accordion |
