Lydia - Slaid Cleaves

Lydie lit a cigarette today

Ancient fumbling fingers in her way

From a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin

Closed her eyes and let the memories in

She lives in the old place all alone

Keeps in touch with neighbours by the phone

Grows roses on the graves of her firstborn and his father

And the coal trucks never bother her

Oh Lydie, let him go, the boy is gone

Her mother struggled as she tore him from her arms

Oh Lydia, your tears are heaven’s rain

But she never was the same

A cotton dress and satin shoes

Indian summer sun, dressed in amber hues

Spending time with a coal miner’s son

To an old time fiddle tune

The months went by just like a breeze that year

They wed in June, and by the fall the boy was here

Word come down from Big Stone, there’s a fire in the mine

And eleven men they couldn’t find

Oh Lydie, let him go, the boy is gone

Her mother struggled as she tore him from her arms

Oh Lydia, your tears are heaven’s rain

But she never was the same

She watched them pull him from the hole

The overalls he wore were blackened by the smoke

Lydie twice had had this dream and twice it had come true

And when she saw his father’s boots she knew

Oh Lydie, let him go, the boy is gone

Her mother struggled as she tore him from her arms

Oh Lydia, your tears are heaven’s rain

But she never was the same

Lydie lit a cigarette today

Ancient fumbling fingers in her way

From a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin

Closed her eyes and let the memories in