The Song Behind the Story

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The Song Behind the StoryDad always told that story, after three or four beerssome details were cloudy, others were more clearbut there was one thing, that always stayed the sameabout his night in that foxhole, fear pumpin' through his veinshe didn't find his wedding ring, till the break of dawnbut he still saw my mother, in mem'ries of their songand in his wounded whispers, she was almost thereas if somehow she heard him, sing "Here, There and Everywhere"when someone opens his lifewith words of sadness or glorylisten between the lines and most of the timeyou'll hear the song behind the storyMom had a tale of her own, that would always end in tearshow Dad's ship docked in Frisco, and she met him on the pierthey strolled along the boardwalk, as waves waltzed upon the shorethen they saw some street singers, playing on the wharfthey knew their wedding song, so my folks shared a joyful dancea scuffed up golden ring, on Dad's prosthetic handwhen someone opens his lifewith words of sadness or glorylisten between the lines and most of the timeyou'll hear the song behind the storya mother's lullabies that soothe her baby's criesa choir's haunted hymn when someone's life grows dimev'ry song that our soul hears are threads woven through our yearsso when someone opens his lifewith words of sadness or glorylisten between the lines and most of the timeyou'll hear the song behind the story(c)2006 Robert George