I Remember Her Lyrics

I was born with blond curls round cheeks and a fairy nose

I was queen of attention

And a genius for inventions

Messy child with messy hair to grow up free like the air

I never got used to closing the doors

And I'd never pick up the scissors of the floor

Now my hair is as dark as the coal my father used to dig out

I thought I'd fly away

But I fell in a hole

Life ain't all choices I found out

And I remember her

Golden curls in a mess

Playin' with a rubber hammer

I think there is somethin' left

There is somethin' left…

I was born in the country

Surrounded by the sky and the animals

I moved from big towns to bigger cities

Trapped with sad faces and closing walls

And I remember her

Golden curls in a mess

Playing with a rubber hammer

I think there is somethin' left

There is somethin' left…

Yeah I remember her, golden curls in a mess

Playing with a rubber hammer

I think there is somethin' left

There is somethin' left…

I never got used to closing the doors

And I never pick up the scissors of the floor