Nields - Ash Wednesday lyrics

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Daddy's on the back porch<br />

playing with a blow torch<br />

standing by the front door<br />

Avon Ladies For the Poor<br />

Meanwhile Mama smiles,<br />

"Get your lover down the aisle<br />

before he's gone"<br />

<br />

Lisa says, "Don't cry;<br />

I'll bring you flowers when you die<br />

I'll go to school in only black<br />

or maybe in a gunni sack<br />

I'll get your friends to stand around<br />

and dance upon buried ground<br />

on our front lawn<br />

<br />

But don't you worry;<br />

I'm sure she's sorry<br />

and doesn't mean that stuff about the aisle."<br />

<br />

Ring around the rosy<br />

a pocket full of posy<br />

ashes, ashes, we all fall down.<br />

<br />

The test came back on Tuesday last<br />

right before our pseudo fast;<br />

Lisa said "it's heaven sent--<br />

you can't give ice cream up for lent<br />

Mama said I wouldn't last forty days,<br />

but maybe two<br />

<br />

So I spent the day avoiding mother<br />

reading Dr. Joyce Brothers,<br />

reading Where the Wild Things Are<br />

and some of Plath's Bell Jar<br />

Reading Daddy's tax forms<br />

to see if it would be born<br />

on Christmas Day<br />

<br />

And I'm not weeping;<br />

I think I'm keeping<br />

a baby who will soon be half my age.<br />

<br />

Ring around the rosy<br />

a pocket full of posy<br />

ashes, ashes, we all fall down.<br />

<br />

Quitting smoking is a must,<br />

ashes ashes dust to dust<br />

try to turn a new leaf,<br />

giving up pork and beef<br />

Lisa says she'll buy me bras<br />

and maybe I should join a spa<br />

or take Lamaze<br />

<br />

It's funny how you never know<br />

exactly when you're asked to grow,<br />

exactly when you take the load<br />

or head up on your own road<br />

Exactly which the day will be--<br />

maybe Ash Wednesday<br />

or Mardi Gras.<br />

<br />

So I will change,<br />

'cause I have changed--<br />

time to put these combat boots away.<br />

<br />

Ring around the rosy<br />

a pocket full of posy<br />

ashes, ashes, we all fall down.