This is a song about my younger sister, Doreen, who passed away in December 2008.
I saw a photograph of you today
I had never seen before
You were beautiful and I wondered
Why I never thought of you
As beautiful before---
Well I guess that's not unusual
For I saw through a brother's eyes
And beauty doesn't matter anyway
When you love someone on the inside---
Every memory's as beautiful as you
The way you'd laugh
The way you'd do the things you do
Being young and spilling all our hopes and dreams
You would be a dancer
And I would write the score set to strings
And I'd give anything
Just to dream the dream again
With you,
Doreen---
I passed the field where you took lessons
To learn to ride a horse
It's a subdivision now
But I can see you on that saddle
Goin' 'round that dusty course---
And the middle school I drove you to
Has been torn down to the ground
But I still can hear the echoes of our laughter
On the day I showed up early
And signed you out---
Every memory's as beautiful as you
The way you'd laugh
The way you'd do the things you do
Being young and spilling all our hopes and dreams
You would be a dancer
And I would write the score set to strings
And I'd give anything
Just to dream the dream again
With you,
Doreen---
I send my love to you
I send my love to you
Across the great mysterious divide
I send my love to you---
I saw a photograph of you today
I had never seen before
You were beautiful and I wondered
Why I never thought of you
As beautiful before---
Well I guess that's not unusual
For I saw through a brother's eyes
And beauty doesn't matter anyway
When you love someone on the inside---
Every memory's as beautiful as you
The way you'd laugh
The way you'd do the things you do
Being young and spilling all our hopes and dreams
You would be a dancer
And I would write the score set to strings
And I'd give anything
Just to dream the dream
With you,
Doreen---