Ephéméride éclectique d'une librocubiculariste glossophile et mélomane.
19 Août 2023
YET TO BE
(Rhiannon Giddens/Marcus Hummon)
She was born on a farm
Working the clay
She ran off when she was 16
Down a long country road
With nowhere to go
She knew that she had to leave
She hopped a one-way train
With a ticket to ride
In the third class back with the others
She watched the farm fade away
Just hoping and praying
She’d have a better life than her mother’s
It’s a long long way from where we’ve been
The here and now is better than it was back then
Today may break your heart
But tomorrow holds the key
We’ve come so far but the best is yet to be
He was born on the farm
But he didn’t wanna stay
His daddy said he was a fool
So he crept away in the dead of night
And got a steamer out of Liverpool
It’s far far away from the green fields at home
To the wild Atlantic gray
He was hoping for work and he prayed for the love
Waiting half a world away
It’s a long long way from where we’ve been
The here and now is better than it was back then
Today may break your heart
But tomorrow holds the key
We’ve come so far but the best is yet to be
She was mopping the floor
He was working the bar
It was a divine collision of the human heart
It was east of her and west of him
They were wishing on the same bright star
And then the baby was a brand new start
In the hollow of his hand
The road is rising up to meet them
Ephéméride éclectique d'une librocubiculariste glossophile et mélomane