MUSIC AS SHE GOES

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter©

One of the oldest jokes in the book: The musicians are jamming loudly in their apartment. A man comes to the door and says, “Do you know there’s a little old lady sick upstairs?” “No, but if you hum a few bars, we can fake it.” So…

MUSIC AS SHE GOES

There’s a little old lady sick upstairs

That’s what her children said

They just want to keep her calm

Keep noise from out her head

So keep those guitars strumming low

Keep those horns on muted blow

But they don’t know…

The little old lady sick upstairs

Wants some music as she goes

Traveling on, with a song

That is the lady’s dream

She longs to hear those notes drift up

Around the ceiling beam

She wants to dance in her memory

To Benny Goodman and Count Basie

They don’t know the old lady wants

Some music as she goes

She used to dance the rumba

She used to trot the fox

She used to swing on the old gym floor

In saddle shoes and bobby sox

She’s not been forever old

She still knows words to the songs of gold

They don’t know the old lady wants

Some music as she goes

Traveling on, with a song

That is the old lady’s dream

She yearns to hear those notes drift up

Around the ceiling beam

She wants to dance in her memory

To Benny Goodman and Count Basie

They don’t know the old lady wants

Some music as she goes

We turn the sound down as we play

But we point the notes the ceiling way

We let them curl up like a dream

Those notes that follow the ceiling beam

The songs that flow through her memory

The songs that soften her reverie

The songs of Goodman and Count Basie

So she’ll have music as she goes.

Traveling on, with a song

That is the old lady’s dream

She wants to hear those notes drift up

Around the ceiling beam

She wants to dance in her memory

To Benny Goodman and Count Basie

They don’t know the old lady wants

Some music as she goes

[If you don’t know the tune, fake it…]

JRMcF

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