Last Song For Rita

And the clouds withholding promise, circle 'round
And the heat keeps your feet pinned to the ground
And your heavy thoughts keep rolling and you know
In your heart, you did not want her to go.

Memories and smiles, together over miles
Little did we know, her time, would be taken
I look and see her face, the flowers and the lace
Her love could not be mistaken.

TABA NABA (Trad.) (The Mill Sisters) Used with permission from Ina and Cessa