Poem turned song. Vocals: Jessica Moran, Bass: Dan King
original song
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Story behind the song
Poem by novelist (and great grandmother of mine) Frances Parkinson Keyes
Lyrics
The Girl That Elizabeth Drew
Her face is as fresh as the morning
Her mouth is like Cupid's bow.
(Indeed, she could send off a mourning
Some dozen poor Cupids or so!)
Her bright eyes with mischief are laden
And sparkling and clear and blue.
She's a pretty and bright little maiden
The girl that Elizabeth drew.
She possesses a dignity olden.
Her shoulders are rounded and bare,
And powdered to snow, white from golden,
Are her wonderful trusses of hair.
She would b e coquettish and cruel,
But in the end she'd be true.
A rare and valuable jewel
The girl that Elizabeth drew.
The wonderful little maiden
Has stolen my heart away
I thought it was stolid and leaden
But she- she has turned it to clay!
She isn't a great painstaker,
But loveable, kind and ture,
Indeed, she's quite like her maker,
The girl that Elizabeth drew!
The Girl That Elizabeth Drew
Her face is as fresh as the morning
Her mouth is like Cupid's bow.
(Indeed, she could send off a mourning
Some dozen poor Cupids or so!)
Her bright eyes with mischief are laden
And sparkling and clear and blue.
She's a pretty and bright little maiden
The girl that Elizabeth drew.
She possesses a dignity olden.
Her shoulders are rounded and bare,
And powdered to snow, white from golden,
Are her wonderful trusses of hair.
She would b e coquettish and cruel,
But in the end she'd be true.
A rare and valuable jewel
The girl that Elizabeth drew.
The wonderful little maiden
Has stolen my heart away
I thought it was stolid and leaden
But she- she has turned it to clay!
She isn't a great painstaker,
But loveable, kind and ture,
Indeed, she's quite like her maker,
The girl that Elizabeth drew!