Emely Anne
π΅ 2308 characters
β±οΈ 5:39 duration
π ID: 21934076
π Lyrics
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
Raucous Rooks disturb the northern morn
From the trees outside the town
A goods train shakes the railway bridge's dust
On her "Daily Mirror" eiderdown
And the mill-girls shudder from their sleep
Dreams of princes dying with the dawn
Clogs that clatter on the cobbled road
Warn her that another day is born
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
Cockney Sparrows squabble constantly
Scrabble for the crumbs around her feet
She breaks the barren bread of poverty
Shares it with the sorrows of the street
And the pigeons on the pedestals
Desecrate the sleeping statues stones
They're immune to authority
But she sees the time has come to go
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
Finches Fidget in the hawthorn hedge
Bees desert the Kentish country lane
She reads the signs and searches for a barn
To shelter from the coming of the rain
And as she huddles in among the straw
She feels his gentle hand caress her waist
When the drumming of the raindrops cease
The fiction of his face begins to fade
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
Seagulls circle over lazy waves
Seaweed scents the sunlit Sussex sand
She holds a shell between her fingertips
Wrinkled like the skin upon her hand
Laughing, shouting kids on skipping feet
With their spades and buckets scurry by
While the ocean of her loneliness
Stretches to the margins of the sky
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
Raucous Rooks disturb the northern morn
From the trees outside the town
A goods train shakes the railway bridge's dust
On her "Daily Mirror" eiderdown
And the mill-girls shudder from their sleep
Dreams of princes dying with the dawn
Clogs that clatter on the cobbled road
Warn her that another day is born
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
Cockney Sparrows squabble constantly
Scrabble for the crumbs around her feet
She breaks the barren bread of poverty
Shares it with the sorrows of the street
And the pigeons on the pedestals
Desecrate the sleeping statues stones
They're immune to authority
But she sees the time has come to go
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
Finches Fidget in the hawthorn hedge
Bees desert the Kentish country lane
She reads the signs and searches for a barn
To shelter from the coming of the rain
And as she huddles in among the straw
She feels his gentle hand caress her waist
When the drumming of the raindrops cease
The fiction of his face begins to fade
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
Seagulls circle over lazy waves
Seaweed scents the sunlit Sussex sand
She holds a shell between her fingertips
Wrinkled like the skin upon her hand
Laughing, shouting kids on skipping feet
With their spades and buckets scurry by
While the ocean of her loneliness
Stretches to the margins of the sky
Emily Anne picks up her home
A tattered book, a toothless comb
A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
She packs away her memories
With the bottle that brings ease
In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.33] Emily Anne picks up her home
[00:03.38] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[00:06.55] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[00:12.83] She packs away her memories
[00:16.67] With the bottle that brings ease
[00:19.88] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[00:27.45] Raucous Rooks disturb the northern morn
[00:33.86] From the trees outside the town
[00:40.16] A goods train shakes the railway bridge's dust
[00:46.35] On her "Daily Mirror" eiderdown
[00:53.06] And the mill-girls shudder from their sleep
[00:58.52] Dreams of princes dying with the dawn
[01:05.79] Clogs that clatter on the cobbled road
[01:11.43] Warn her that another day is born
[01:17.06] Emily Anne picks up her home
[01:20.14] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[01:23.68] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[01:29.63] She packs away her memories
[01:33.32] With the bottle that brings ease
[01:36.64] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[01:44.10] Cockney Sparrows squabble constantly
[01:49.68] Scrabble for the crumbs around her feet
[01:56.77] She breaks the barren bread of poverty
[02:02.42] Shares it with the sorrows of the street
[02:07.81]
[02:09.83] And the pigeons on the pedestals
[02:15.32] Desecrate the sleeping statues stones
[02:22.51] They're immune to authority
[02:28.20] But she sees the time has come to go
[02:33.91] Emily Anne picks up her home
[02:36.93] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[02:40.17] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[02:46.35] She packs away her memories
[02:50.22] With the bottle that brings ease
[02:53.42] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[03:00.98] Finches Fidget in the hawthorn hedge
[03:06.69] Bees desert the Kentish country lane
[03:13.60] She reads the signs and searches for a barn
[03:18.93] To shelter from the coming of the rain
[03:26.46] And as she huddles in among the straw
[03:31.76] She feels his gentle hand caress her waist
[03:39.39] When the drumming of the raindrops cease
[03:44.72] The fiction of his face begins to fade
[03:50.68] Emily Anne picks up her home
[03:53.68] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[03:56.96] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[04:02.93] She packs away her memories
[04:06.83] With the bottle that brings ease
[04:10.14] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[04:17.67] Seagulls circle over lazy waves
[04:23.26] Seaweed scents the sunlit Sussex sand
[04:30.39] She holds a shell between her fingertips
[04:36.18] Wrinkled like the skin upon her hand
[04:43.23] Laughing, shouting kids on skipping feet
[04:48.97] With their spades and buckets scurry by
[04:56.00] While the ocean of her loneliness
[05:01.58] Stretches to the margins of the sky
[05:07.38] Emily Anne picks up her home
[05:10.21] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[05:13.68] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[05:19.80] She packs away her memories
[05:23.75] With the bottle that brings ease
[05:26.94] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[05:31.59]
[00:03.38] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[00:06.55] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[00:12.83] She packs away her memories
[00:16.67] With the bottle that brings ease
[00:19.88] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[00:27.45] Raucous Rooks disturb the northern morn
[00:33.86] From the trees outside the town
[00:40.16] A goods train shakes the railway bridge's dust
[00:46.35] On her "Daily Mirror" eiderdown
[00:53.06] And the mill-girls shudder from their sleep
[00:58.52] Dreams of princes dying with the dawn
[01:05.79] Clogs that clatter on the cobbled road
[01:11.43] Warn her that another day is born
[01:17.06] Emily Anne picks up her home
[01:20.14] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[01:23.68] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[01:29.63] She packs away her memories
[01:33.32] With the bottle that brings ease
[01:36.64] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[01:44.10] Cockney Sparrows squabble constantly
[01:49.68] Scrabble for the crumbs around her feet
[01:56.77] She breaks the barren bread of poverty
[02:02.42] Shares it with the sorrows of the street
[02:07.81]
[02:09.83] And the pigeons on the pedestals
[02:15.32] Desecrate the sleeping statues stones
[02:22.51] They're immune to authority
[02:28.20] But she sees the time has come to go
[02:33.91] Emily Anne picks up her home
[02:36.93] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[02:40.17] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[02:46.35] She packs away her memories
[02:50.22] With the bottle that brings ease
[02:53.42] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[03:00.98] Finches Fidget in the hawthorn hedge
[03:06.69] Bees desert the Kentish country lane
[03:13.60] She reads the signs and searches for a barn
[03:18.93] To shelter from the coming of the rain
[03:26.46] And as she huddles in among the straw
[03:31.76] She feels his gentle hand caress her waist
[03:39.39] When the drumming of the raindrops cease
[03:44.72] The fiction of his face begins to fade
[03:50.68] Emily Anne picks up her home
[03:53.68] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[03:56.96] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[04:02.93] She packs away her memories
[04:06.83] With the bottle that brings ease
[04:10.14] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[04:17.67] Seagulls circle over lazy waves
[04:23.26] Seaweed scents the sunlit Sussex sand
[04:30.39] She holds a shell between her fingertips
[04:36.18] Wrinkled like the skin upon her hand
[04:43.23] Laughing, shouting kids on skipping feet
[04:48.97] With their spades and buckets scurry by
[04:56.00] While the ocean of her loneliness
[05:01.58] Stretches to the margins of the sky
[05:07.38] Emily Anne picks up her home
[05:10.21] A tattered book, a toothless comb
[05:13.68] A yellowed letter singing praises to her charms
[05:19.80] She packs away her memories
[05:23.75] With the bottle that brings ease
[05:26.94] In the battered bag she clutches in her arms
[05:31.59]