Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snowbound, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Lunch in thePark, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 23.02.2021
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
Snowbound |
Aunt Mimi, I miss you like no other |
When we were young you were like our second mother |
The days in Awalt High |
Stranded at your house for weeks at a time, snowbound |
Us kids had so much fun at your house |
Heated by a big black potbelly stove |
I remember the orange embers glowing |
I remember the TV at night showing |
Happy Days and Laverne & Shirley |
Oh, that was our big night |
Pepperoni pizza and golden crisp potato chips |
And drinking root beer |
Oh, those young prepubescent years |
Oh, thos young prepubescent yars |
Nothing to call my own |
Except what was given to me, I supposed |
Didn’t have two nickels to scratch together |
But me and my cousins, we had so much fun together |
Climbing apple trees and playing hide and seek |
And the Easter egg hunts |
There were so many hiding places |
On those so many acres |
Rusty cars that went on for days |
And the barn that was stacked full of hay |
And the church next door with the yard full of graves |
And I remember my sister and Jenny playing under the tree next to the house |
You’d sing «Playmate, oh won’t you play with me |
Under my apple tree…» |
Another line about a cellar door |
«…and we’ll be jolly friends forevermore |
More more more more more more.» |
And you guys would do this strategic can clapping thing |
To each other’s hands while you sang it |
I remember us watching Jenny and Jimmy ice-skating on the frozen pond |
We could never coordinate our legs right |
We never figured out how to skate |
Aunt Mimi, you were often on your own |
Your husband out trucking |
You could make something outta nothing |
You always made sure we were fed |
You used real butter, that tasted so good, my mom used margarine |
I can still smell the frog legs sizzling in your |
Big black iron skillet and a bluegill and a bass |
That we caught from the pond |
You can make anything taste delicious |
Like a magician waving a magic wand |
I can still smell your White Shoulders perfume |
And your expression that you always used |
How you’d say, «Oh my God, Mark!» |
Even later in life when I’d surprise you in your room |
There at the nursing home in Brewster |
So glad I got to get you on the phone on Thursday |
That I got a chance to tell you how much I loved you |
To tell you how much you meant to me |
And I gotta thank you for taking care of us |
And how I’d come by and knock on your window next time I was in Ohio |
Damn, I can’t believe you died there |
A couple days later alone, nobody allowed in to see you due to COVID |
But we were all there in spirit and I know you know it |
I’ve been mourning your loss the last two days |
Especially this one, 'cause outside, it’s dreary and cold and pouring rain |
Laying in bed, thinking of my young summer and winter days |
Remember your smile as bright as a big sunflower |
Remembering how well you took care of your son and daughters |
Remembering John Denver’s Greatest Hits on display by the little turntable |
Remembering your kitchen and your giant oak table |
Now the sun glowed mellow, yellow light in the summer where the window was |
Into living room of that low-ceiling house |
With all that land and acreage in your house, I never once saw miles |
It’s amazing how nice you kept the place |
Your home was our refuge, your home was our gathering place |
I don’t know what to say at this point really |
Except to say how much I miss you Aunt Mimi |
Your caring and loving and nurturing ways are not lost on me |
You and your family have given me |
Some of my nicest young memories |