Anna stares out of the window
It's her 85th spring she tries to
concentrate on
Her face is strained and she's confused
At the walls in this room
and all the strangers
standing
Around her chair,
they brought her photographs
and frames
They are using her name
but she just smiles
politely at their embrace
And
Anna introduces herself again
A man picks up her hand and says
Anna, look, the spring has come
And your carousel's waiting
It's 1925 in
New
Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad's hand
And you're on your
way to the harbor fest
There will be apples on
sticks and fish stands
And you'll get to wave
at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something at
the end
Well,
Anna tries to form a thought
But at the end she's
forgotten where she
started from
There's something
she would like to say
But the words in her head
seem to have got away
Can
Anna come out and play?
And over all that is inside
A curtain is closing in
her deep brown eyes
Well, it's like someone's built a wall
And through the very last cracks,
Anna extends her hand
And a little girl calls,
please don't let me fall
It's 1925 in
New
Orleans, you are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad's hand and
you're on your way to the
Harbour
Fest
there will be apples on sticks and fish stands and
you'll get to wave at the passing ships
and your daddy will buy you something at
the end
There's so much you
must have witnessed
As the whole world changed,
child, at the onset
of the jazz age
And it was long before
Alice
Rock and roll,
they told you there will be music
You just wait
It's 1925 in
New
Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad's hand
And you're on your way to the
Harbor
Fest
there will be apples on sticks
and fish stands and you'll
get to weave at the passing ships and
your daddy will buy you
something
at the end
what do you think of it all
You are so small under your
blanket here in this hospital
I love you, tell your bones not to let go
But your heart is beating slowly now,
the spring has come
But one small leaf was fallen,
fallen
It's 1925 in
New
Orleans
You're wearing your favorite dress
Your brother is at your death's hand
And you're on your way to the
Harbor
Fest
There will be apples on
sticks and fish stands
And you'll get to wave
at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy
you something
At the end
you