Allison

One sunny afternoon, Allison

Sat on her back porch rocking chair

Sipping the lemonade she’d made the day before

Gazing at the breeze in the willow trees, she said

My life's like this hanging backyard swing

Just waiting around for someone’s hand to fling me round

And back and forth it’s all the same when they come and gone

I’m still alone

Rising from her chair, she added sugar cubes and laughed

It must be the family recipe

Rich and beautiful but never nearly sweet enough

Finishing her glass with grace she slipped on down the back stairs

She followed the old trail through the space between the trees

Until the stream where she removed her summer dress

And folding it up she said

All I want is that the rain pours down and it sweeps me away

How I’d love to see that the river runs right through me

Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to sea

I have been thinking my life out

It keeps on running me down

Arriving at half past four in came Norm

Scholar and live-in family friend

A kind of gentlemen caller with his eye on Allison

He knew there was trouble while walking up the driveway

He ran with a trail of papers flying everywhere

Knowing that seconds could determine everything

And as he drew near he saw what Allison had done

What she’d done

He knew just what to do and into the water he flew

It turned out easy to do

No more thinking it through

Wake up Ally it’s you it’s you

Oh, hon, how I’d love to see that the river runs right through me

Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to see

I have been thinking my life out

It keeps on running me down

Oh, hon, how I’d love to see that the river runs right through me

Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to sea

I have been thinking my life out

I think that I’m gonna let it run out