Saturday, April 16, 2011

satruday, melancholy.

A good spring day.  The little girl's bath water turned to mud.  Her arms are brown.  I think, she'll sleep well tonight.  Now, I have a song from four lifetimes ago running on a loop through my head. 

Lonesome for a Place I Know

So here we are in Italy
With our sun hats and our dictionary.
The air is warm, the sky is bright,
Your arms are brown you're sleeping well at night.
So why does England call?
The hedgerows and the townhalls.
After all, there'll soon be nothing left at all.

If we were born outside of place and time,
To make our choice, well this would be mine.
To live and die under a sun that shines.
But something pulls, something I can't define
Tells me England calls, whatever she's done wrong.
Always calls, "This is where you belong."
And I'm lonesome for a place I know.

Oh but Florence you tempt me (here) to stay,
Amidst your hills to while my years away.
But your roots in soil lie, mine in paving stone.
And I hate what it's become, but in my bones
I'm lonesome for a place I know.
-by Everything But The Girl


  1. Hmmmm. Interesting post..I used to get melancholy when my kids were little and I needed an escape. I never got one until they were 5 and 6. I got to go to a women's retreat with CC Costa Mesa over 20 years ago. I am praying for you. I love reading your posts..... xoxo

  2. Sherry, I rather like feeling melancholy, every so often. I don't make a habit of it. :)

    And luckily for me, I get away from my kids just enough. My mom and husband are awesome like that.

  3. Betsy, if any one deserves a trip to Italy, it is you. Maybe once Taylor is out of college, he wouldn't mind looking after his brothers for a day or ten, and off you can go.

  4. sweet...I get away makes me refreshed and also EAGER to get home to my babies.