Little Singing Girl

I wrote these lyrics many years ago. At that time I was the mom of three young children. I felt like the world was a cold, sterile, uncaring place. Little did I know how warm and fuzzy things were then compared to now. The protagonist in the song just can't understand how people can be so indifferent. She is me.

I guess I don't have to worry about copyright, eh? No one is going to read this anyway. And even if they did, this is me writing this already. Nothing I do could ever have any commercial value. At least not for me. So no one will probably even bother to steal these. But just in case you steal this, it is actually copyrighted and registered with a TX form. So if you have any hopes of making money off this (derisive laugh) you better share it with me. Hey, even invisible non-entities can fantasize...

Anyway here ya go with the lyrics:

Little singing girl,
The wind is playing through her baby hair;
Little singing girl,
Hopping up and down the bottom stair;
She sings because she's happy
She doesn't understand
Ah, my little singing girl. (repeat)

Little singing girl,
Her voice is ringing out so strong and clear;
Little singing girl,
The mocking echoes tell her no one's there to hear;
Everyone's so busy;
She doesn't understand
Ah, my little singing girl. (repeat)

Little singing girl,
I see her playing in her garden below;
Little singing girl,
She's only playing that her seeds will grow;
She planted on the pavement;
She doesn't understand.
Ah, my little singing girl. (repeat)

Little singing girl,
Her face is frozen in an icy stare;
Little singing girl,
The spring is coming but she doesn't seem to care
She sings to hide the pain inside
She'll never understand
Ah, my little singing girl. (repeat)

Well, I may just fire up ABC and even post a leadsheet of this someday.