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Mae Pyle
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Irish Folk/Rock kinda tune
Single - $0.75
Album - $10.00
Acoustic - Acoustic Rock
Previous peak charts position #28
Previous peak charts position in subgenre #21
Val Davis words and Music
Val Davis Music 2003
May 23, 2003
MP3 4.0 MB
128 kbps bitrate
4:22 minutes
Story behind the song
Our nearest neighbor is Jim Sardonis the sculptor (www.sardonis.com). Jim's family bought a house in Nova Scotia in the early 70s that had been previously occupied by a legendary widow name Mae Pyle. Mae lived in her house on the bluffs on Nova Scotia by herself until she was in her 80s. She had no electric and heated with wood. She lived alone with her cats. Anytime a neighbor would try to warm up to her she would have nothing to do with it. The song is written from the perspective of Joe Carter who played in Mae's apple orchard as a child. Later as a young man, Joe would drive to town for groceries. She was always cold and unappreciative. When Mae finally died the neighbors tore her walls apart looking for "hidden treasure". No one knows if anything was ever found. When Jim asked us to write the song, he offered "sculpted" wedding rings for my wife and I in return. Mae must have wanted us to have the rings because my wife produced the lyrics for the song in a matter of minutes and the music seemed to be already written in my mind. Thanks Mae, and thanks Jim for these lovely wedding rings!
Lyrics
She walks the bluffs alone looking out to sea Near her weatherworn shingle shack where wait her cats and tea I drive her into town and have to wonder why In the stone cold silence her affections lie Mae Pyle the snow lies heavy at your door Mae Pyle springtime gone with come no more I would come to warm you but you won't let me near Mae Pyle what is it you fear. In my days of you we stole apples from your trees Just to hear you voice could cause our blood to freeze Now the orchard lie forgotten choked with weeds Just like a broken heart abandoned and in need Mae Pyle the snow lies heavy at your door Mae Pyle springtime gone with come no more I would come to warm you but you won't let me near Mae Pyle what is it you fear. The stinging winter winds are blowing through the trees On the jagged rocks below the seaspray starts to freeze As the season ends I'll have to drive away Wondering what curse could make that lonely widow stay Mae Pyle the snow lies heavy at your door Mae Pyle springtime gone with come no more I would come to warm you but you won't let me near Mae Pyle what is it you fear.
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