I knew Charity well
When she was in pigtails and hand-me-down shoes
She use to laugh a lot
In her second hand coat
With the pockets she used
To keep lost gloves
In case your hands were cold
And scraps of paper like gold
Cause you might want to write a friend
And tell them you miss them
I knew Charity well
When she wore a dress that was slightly too big
Hem only tacked with safety pins
But she’d remove them
If you had needed one
It would drag in the puddles
But dry in the sun
She’d say it was worth the ruin
To save someone
Oh Charity I remember well
You gave me your last ribbon
And your braids fell
I knew charity well
In the couple miles we walked to school
She would share her lunch with me
From a brown paper bag
We would save to use
To make a bright kite
We would fly over head
Rough string that burned the palms of our hands
What I’d give to feel that again
When I knew Charity
Oh Charity how it would sail
You gave me your last ribbon
To make the tail
I knew Charity well
When she was green and still untried
How she looked with her hair untied
Streaming in the breeze
Charity
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
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