Mark Brine

Lyrics

MARK BRINE: vocals, guitar
LINDA JOSEPH: violin
DAVID RUSSELL: violin
DENIS COLBY: lead guitar
JOHN OWNBY:standup bassr
PRODUCED by MARK BRINE
WRITER: Mark Brine
PUBLISHER: © 2004 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
RELEASE DATE: 01/01/2004
ISRC CODE: ushm80403350

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