Emily Thru' The Window Pane (Remastered)

Emily Thru' The Window Pane (Remastered) - Magna Carta/Chris Simpson

She is dreaming

She is thinking

She la la la laaa remembers it all

Little old lady with face as grey

As a day in the life that was sweeter by far

With horses and coaches and crinolined ladies and

Gentlemen walking and never a care

The holly of christmas

The apples of summer

Green leaves of springtime the gold of the fall

And the bite of the frost on the first day of winter

The sound of the wind in the elm trees so tall

She is dreaming

She is thinking

She la la la laaa remembers it all

And she sits by the hearth and the face in the fire

Is lined with creases of memory years

The cloth on the table is milk white and worn

Where the teacups of ages left glitter brown tears

Her long ago mother wore bible-black skirts and

Lace as white as the snow in the sky

The smell of the schoolroom and taste of the ink

Shouting aloud at a chance passer-by

The searching for flowers games in the meadow

First touch of hands and an answering smile

And she watches the sun spill a paint box of colours

Sink in the west and it seems for a while

She is dreaming

She is thinking

She la la la laaa remembers it all