The Violin

The Violin - City Boy

A kindly word for friends and strangers

Almost anyone she meets

A lonely house at the end of the road full of silly memories

And when the locals laugh at her

She turns a blind eye to it all

She sees the irony and so what no one really meant it

A grey old lady touched and lonesome

Just a little bit eccentric

But no one sees the secrets hidden in a diary

Stowed beneath the stairs

And she sat that night in her chair by the fire

Hearing his violin

Tears appeared and burned her cheeks

As he caressed every string

As the dawn arrives to hurt her eyes

The coals are growing dim

And when the room grows cold

She still recalls every inch of him

Germaine was a leggy lady

Barely old enough to know how

To hold the right knife at the table

It was difficult but somehow

She caught the eye of an evening pirate

And he sailed his way into her heart

Her Valentino played violin 'til it was well into the night

Enjoyed her evening oh so much although she never ate a bite

So Cinderella lost her slipper to a Lilting Latin Gigolo

And he stood that night by the tableside playing his violin

Tears arrived in Germaine's eyes as he caressed every string

As the day appeared with the tables cleared

She was still there listening

And she rose to go with her eyes still closed

But she paused to glance at him

There was no one there but her and as she sadly took her fur

She heard

A little weary eyed

But smiling she wandered home

Alone

Then every evening she came back to her table by the window

And then just lay there looking at the man who lit her candle

And as the waiters took their coats

She'd stand to leave to call a cab

They closed the ritz at the end of the war

They had boards on every door

With peeling paint and ceiling cracks and not a carpet for the floor

But some have seen a candle flicker

Through an old but broken window pane

Now she sits at night in her chair by the fire hearing his violin

Tears appear and burn her cheeks as he caresses every string

As the dawn arrives to hurt her eyes the coals are growing dim

And when the room grows cold she still recalls every inch of him

When he stood that night by the tableside playing his violin

Tears arrived in Germaine's eyes as he caressed every string

As the day appeared with the tables cleared

She was still there listening

And she rose to go with her eyes still closed

But she paused to glance at him

A little weary eyed

But smiling she wandered home

Alone