Elsie Brown Paroles

Clothes are tattered
As she whispers her words to the air

But don't you think she doesn't matter
Because you've never seen the poetry there

And Elsie Brown talks to street lights
Sees them shining in the bright of day
And she smiles for the children
Sees them shining as they walk away

Her hands are gnarled
Clothes are tattered
As she whispers her words to the air

But don't you think she doesn't matter
Because you've never seen the poetry there
In Elsie Brown

And Elsie Brown has a daughter Her hands were gnarled
Clothes were tattered
As she whispered her words to the air

But don't you think she didn't matter
Because you've never saw the poetry there
In Elsie Brown

(c)2000 Brett Perkins (ASCAP/KODA)

(Thanks to Brett for these lyrics)