Jan Gillies - Annie’s Violin

Annie’s Violin Jan Gillies

Chorus:
Annie loves her violin, in her arms it sings
The music flies like memories, on swift & fading wings

1) All her life they sang as one, for eager ears to hear
Solos, trios, orchestras; over 30 years
In humble homes & velvet halls, they laughed & loved & cried
But memories are fragile things, those years have nearly died, but..
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2) Her music spoke to young & old, its magic soothed the soul
Helped the mind to unwind, and kept the body whole
But no medicine or money can protect the mind
Her memories are tangled, now, and often hard to find

Bridge:
But varnished wood and shining strings can kindle coals gone gray
The fire remains in soaring strains of melodies she plays, ‘cause..
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3) Annie can’t remember that she has a violin
At 88, her slender hands seem frail and paper-thin
But pull out her forgotten friend, and rosin up the bow
Her music soars just like before, her eyes begin to glow…

‘Cause Annie loves her violin, in her arms it sings.