Feathers and Tributes
From the CD Feathers and Tributes
 

She said
Please don’t be throwing that one away now
It’s been with me longer than I can remember
It’s only a feather with no special value
But my life is feathers and tributes now

There’s bric a brac stories all parcelled in laughter
Tears in a trinket but still I remember
My journey’s over but how can I leave them
How can I choose what’s to go or to stay

Where can I hold them where can I store them
Where is there room for them here on this earth
What size of suitcase can carry these memories
The feathers and tributes of what my life’s worth

This one’s a ticket from Poland to Russia
I escaped all the bombing but still I remember
My mother’s expression so helpless so pleading
That was the last time I saw her alive

And here is a record of music I danced to
I was a young girl but still I remember
And he was a dancer oh what a dancer
He danced me to my new Australian home

Where can I hold them where can I store them
Where is there room for them here on this earth
What size of suitcase can carry these memories
The feathers and tributes of what my life’s worth

She said you must know all the stories behind them
‘cos after I’m gone you will need to remember
And carry them on to the next generation
Then they can know where their stories began

These feathers and tributes all have their meanings
And where I am going I may not remember
So I’ll leave them behind me as gentle reminders
Of all that I’ve lived through and who I have been

Where can I hold them where can I store them
Where is the need for them when I depart
As long as we share all the stories behind them
These are the memories we’ll hold in our hearts









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