15 October 2007 Not Just Because I’m Tone Deaf, Either
There’s a song from the band Cowboy Junkies that pretty much captures how I would love for my children to remember me. Sometimes I get tired or irritated and am not as patient as I can/should be, and that’s OK to an extent, but I always remind myself that I can do better.
I’ve been listening to this song over and over again lately, not just because Margo Timmins has one of the most beautiful voices in music, but because the lyrics are so touching to me.
My mother sang the sweetest melody
Although she never sang in a musical key
I’d hear her through the house
My name called out loud
My mother sang the sweetest melodyMy mother’s hands were always cool and soft
And like her eyes they would caress with every touch
She would listen to my chatter
As if every word I spoke mattered
She’d hold me close and whisper in my earShe’d say, “girl you are a part of me
I have made you strong
When you grow up and are on your own
Remember to win them with your song”My father sang in perfect harmony
And though he never sang in a musical key
You could hear him when he’d enter the house
The kiss he’d give my Ma
My father sang in perfect harmonyMy father’s words were always sure and clear
And like his presence they would rid me of my fears
When I crawled up on his knees
I was safe as I could be
He’d hold me tight and whisper in my earHe’d say, “girl you are a part of me
I have made you strong
When you grow up and are on your own
Remember to win them with your song”My mother sang in perfect harmony
Although she never sang in a musical key
You can buy the MP3 of this song here, and even listen to a sample of some sublime crooning (the grey button that says “Preview All”).