So, Song Lyrics

For My Lost Daughter – Dan McNay

G                                           EM

I would write a song about dust

G                                    D7

The dry clay summer dust                                                                             

                                                          C

That runs through your fingers like silk

                                      G

But adheres to the touch

G                                            EM

A clap of hands sends a cloud

G                                               EM                                         

Swirling in sunlight and settling

                           

On the grass and weeds

C                                                G    

And brittle leaves scattered about

CHORUS

G                                        EM

I carried her down the stairs

                   C                           G

With her head on my shoulder

                                                         EM

And handed her over to be strapped in

             C                                        G

To the car that went away forever

G                                              EM

I would write a song about dust

G                                                        D7

Because the scar on my heart remains                                    

                                                    C

And aches each day I think of you

                                                   G

Though you dissolve in the glare

G                                                EM                                             

Leaving empty air as still as death

G                                                   EM                                                                                                     

Words once said are silent as sand

And I want for a young girl

    C                                          G    

That dust and sand are a way home

CHORUS

G                                                            EM

A mound becomes a cake, twigs for candles

G                                            D7

A smooth spot, a place to draw                                 

                                                          C

All that matters can be managed here

                                                   G

Sand can be easily carried away

G                                         EM  

In the bottom of big pockets                  

G                                                    EM

Or in shoes emptied before going in

And I would pray she dreams

    C                                                    G    

Always of sand and shovels and pails

CHORUS

This one is pretty much just me putting a poem I already wrote to music and adding a chorus to break your heart.  It is the best one I've written me thinks. Haven't really performed it too much. But come January I'm doing three of them with a little accompaniment at Boulevard Music.