Songbird
The first time I met Katy Lean she was seventeen years old
She played guitar in a café bar down on Ellis Street
Her first song drew me in, by the second I was sold
I could tell she was bound for the moon and stars
She could sing anything but most she sung her own
She sang a kaleidoscope of poetry
But even at seventeen the seeds of doubt were sown
For her the needle made its point too easily
Chorus:
She could have been a nightingale, a songbird for the world
And I’d have climbed a mountain high to see her flag unfurled
But it’s over now, done, dusted and gone
But it’s over now
I remember seeing Katy Lean in a front bar pick up band
Struggling to recall the words to the Piano Man
It seems to me she didn’t care, perhaps she could not understand
Why I grieved for what could have been or should have been
By then she was thirty two with three daughters and a son
And a handsome tattooed man, number sixty three
Her old songs tucked up inside her head but rarely sung,
Put aside for rainy days and private dreams
Chorus:
She could have been a nightingale, a songbird for the world
And I’d have climbed a mountain high to see her flag unfurled
But it’s over now, done, dusted and gone
But it’s over now
The last time I saw Katy Lean she was shining like a star
Singing like a cherubim down on Ellis Street
She had found a quiet grace that flowed through her guitar
And her peaceful easy feeling told me she was clean
Then the other day I heard that Katy Lean was gone
Something other than dreams had burst inside her head
She had reached the moon and stars at the age of forty one
Taking her songs to sing for eternity
Chorus:
She could have been a nightingale, a songbird for the world
And I’d have climbed a mountain high to see her flag unfurled
But it’s over now, done, dusted and gone
But it’s over now
Just one of my all time favourites, this and King for..but you knew!