Grandma's sorting through an old wicker box and she's found 'The Dress' - her mamma's dress... the one she wore on the day she met Granddaddy... many, many moons ago.
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Based on a true story... in a different setting... and a different kind of dress 8^).
Lyrics
The Dress
I called round to Grandma’s house, one wet and wintry morn
For no particular reason I recall
She was at the kitchen table going through a wicker box
A box I had not seen since I was small
Grandma smiled and she beckoned me to sit down at her side
She didn’t say a word but held up high
A dress, short but shapely, conjured from the wicker box
And I saw a teardrop fall as Grandma sighed
Chorus:
The dress was black and made of silk with sequins
It shimmered like a cobweb in fine rain
From the hemline floated, twelve gold leaf scalloped shells
And from the back hung a pearl grey beaded train
Grandma said, ‘this was my Mamma’s; she was a ‘Bright Young Thing’
That’s what they called the wild girls of her day
She’d often go out dancing and romancing in this dress
And that’s how you and I are here today
She handed me a photograph of fading sepia tints
With a man in a racoon coat and broad straw hat
‘That there’s your Great Granddaddy, she chose him from the crowd
That’s why he wears a smile like a Cheshire Cat
Chorus:
The dress was black and made of silk with sequins
It shimmered like a cobweb in fine rain
From the hemline floated, twelve gold leaf scalloped shells
And from the back hung a pearl grey beaded train
Bridge:
Grandma took the dress and she walked into the hall
She smiled and winked and then she closed the door
When finally it reopened, she wore her Mamma’s dress
And she danced like Ginger Rogers cross the floor
Chorus:
The dress was black and made of silk with sequins
It shimmered like a cobweb in fine rain
From the hemline floated, twelve gold leaf scalloped shells
And from the back hung a pearl grey beaded train
