A melodic blend of a ballad/bossa nova representing a caring and joyful relationship with a 98 year old man. For this special CD, she asked Reggie Graham, noted Sacramento jaazz/Gospel musician and her good friend to join her.
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Story behind the song
Written in memory of Jack Hall, grandson of slaves , son of sharecroppers, who hired Brooks as his biographer. She visited him weekly in a nursing home, singing to him. Born 1903, he died December 7, 2000. She gave his eulogy and wrote his obituary. More history of the song comes with the CD.
Lyrics
She sits up late, listening to the radio,
Learning songs to sing to him
Songs he'll never hear though,
Why does it matter so?
Her Friday night date is 98
When they're together, they smile.
She holds his hand, his eyes close.
She dances round his bed.
Each Friday at eight, she's never late,
Their time together is such a little while.
She leaves all too soon, Then he's alone in his room
But she still dances in his head.
She sits up late, listening to the radio,
Learning songs to sing to him
Songs he'll never hear though,
Why does it matter so?
He tells her stories and things
While she just dances and sings.
Her Friday night date is 98
When they're together, they smile.
She holds his hand, his eyes close.
She dances round his bed.
Each Friday at eight, she's never late,
Their time together is such a little while.
She leaves all too soon, Then he's alone in his room
But she still dances in his head.
She sits up late, listening to the radio,
Learning songs to sing to him
Songs he'll never hear though,
Why does it matter so?
She sits up late, listening to the radio,
Learning songs to sing to him
She sits up late, listening to the radio,
Learning songs, learning songs
She sits up late with the radio.