Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ella Mae, artist - Greg Brown. Album song One Night, in the genre
Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Record label: Red House
Song language: English
Ella Mae |
My grandparents on my father’s side had a strawberry farm. |
It’s a |
Beautiful thing, a beautiful occupation… a strawberry farm. |
We |
Always used to try to go down there at just the right time of year |
«Oh, are the, are the berries ready? |
Oh. |
Good!» |
Ella Mae — the redwings returned today |
A little rain fell in the morning |
The afternoon was clear |
An' that song you loved to hear |
Was filling up the fence row where the birds all go |
To talk over their long journey and sing |
Ella Mae — all the gifts you gave |
Tremble in my life like a startled deer |
You gave me my Pa |
Who is in me as you are |
And the southern piney hills |
The clear water and the running rills |
That tumbled through the lives of us all |
Six big men and one big strong woman |
You and little Granpa David raised up there |
They all had families |
We all come back to see you |
You hugged us all in turn |
Cocked you head and said we’d grown |
And touched us with your hands |
That smelled like bread |
Ella Mae — it’s a clear warm summer’s day |
The young birds are trying out their wings |
Ah it’s something to see them try |
To get up there and fly |
And my own child is bound to do the same |
Today she learned three birds' names |
Ella Mae — I can see you plain as day |
Sailing out like a ship to your garden |
In your old wide-brim straw hat |
With a long handled hoe in your hand |
Pausing at the gate I see you look south to the pond |
A long time quiet smile on your face |
Ella Mae — when your David went away |
After cutting brush all day long |
Well, your life just slowly closed |
Like a worn out autumn rose |
You could not find the bread |
You could not make your lonesome bed |
Or really do a thing but rise and go |
Ella Mae — the redwings left today |
Passing in a long cloud of wings |
They’re headed down your way |
They’ll be there in a couple of days |
They’ll sing that song you loved |
As they fly above |
Your resting place by David in the pines |