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Written by:  Mark Brine
 In the parlor we shared Christmas gifts 'n joys that haunt once more In the parlor we played games of chess 'n checkers on the floor While the old black-and-white glowed above In the dimlit coziness Like a fireplace that tugs the eyes 'n warms the inner-ness

 In the parlor on the table where the aged-old pictures sat In frames propped up like watching us our generations past Some I'd known 'n some I'd not But if only in that still their memories secured in me 'n I'm sure they always will

 Chorus: In the parlor stood the sofa I knelt upon in prayer Slept upon in sickness and sometimes used as a chair To sit amongst the silent love (lull) that softly settled there Yes, like a savored odor, I yet can smell that I long to but cannot share except in a song (Yes) THE PARLOR SONG

 In the parlor where we lived and died And the spirits yet remain Like an echo in a tunnel scene Where things move, but never change I can see us close, though not to touch All together once again In the parlor in nostalgic mem’ries And in the fondly never dying then©2004 Mark Brine Music (BMI)