Helen Marie
One afternoon, I started to write a song about my father. As I worked on it, I realized that, when finished, I would then have to write a song about my mother. This caused me great anxiety, so I began immediately, somehow, working on Helen Marie. I consider this song a gift of that afternoon; written in a little over two hours.
Helen Marie
i heard a whisper in the wind
coming down from the pennsylvania hill
where the nights are warm in the thick summer air
between the bats and the crickets, nothing is still
it drifted down the crick through the woods out back
to the middle of the tunnel around the old railroad track
helen mariei heard the chickens, i saw the geese
helen marie
helen marie
the outhouse and the cows and the apple trees
the golden field where they used to hay
that old worn school house where we used to play
helen mariethey called you honey, they called you h
when i remember all these things it makes my heart ache
for the spring house, the fence, and that blue-stone path
would you walk with me if i held your hand
helen marie
