Well the bus pulled in from Chapel Hill
At nine am my friend
She was waiting for me at the station desk
Well the breezes from the gulf and all the stars
That flew at night
Were all the rage on the front page today
Well my name is Maddie Hope
I put your things inside my trunk
Across the bridge through miles I'm wondering
A stack of notebooks fourty high
Guitar no model make
For sit inside the front door lay in wait
She started singing songs there must have been
A thousand of them
Like commercials for the hate and love and livin'
Well the Postman knocked eight times and then
He walked inside the door
Farewell he said I'll see you in a year
What was this all about?
This broken little house
With a woman eighty eight
And me just half her age
I don't know what brought me here
But I feel I'll never leave
Whence friends and hope
When morning came we shared a breakfast
On a makeshift stage
In her back yard tonight to be the day
Well her bags were packed the notebooks stacked
Inside the breeze way door
Well I lived here since 1944
Well the summer set inside the twilight
I saw the stars grow near
It's time to go they're here they're here they're here
Well I'm an open minded soul but I think
This lady's kind of odd
Just as all the ships began to land around
Well gather 'round freewheelin'stalls of t-shirts
Boots and jeans
Men and women young and old to hear her sing
Well sing with me for you will be
The one to carry on
Farewell my friend I'll see you in a year
And inside the stars they climbed
For galaxys to find
And all the things to sing for paupers and their kings
And all the trucks and tolls and buried souls will sing along
With Maddie Hope
Well the Postman knocked eight times and left a package by the door
Inside were notebooks pens and a guitar
With a little note that read "Till then, and keep on keepin' on"
And a little note that read "Till then, and keep on keepin' on"
And a little note that read "Till then, and keep on keepin' on"
Love, Maddie Hope