Pianostrings
She was just eight years old
When she fell in love with a pink piano
Played it every day when she got home
Wrote her own musical poems
Piano strings in my memories
She played the pearly whites
Wrote melodious stories
Soft, young hands on the new ivories
Can't forget the little girl whose music inspires me
She is growing up so fast
Couldn't make her childhood last
Took good care of her family
College at only seventeen
Married, bought a house and had four kids
Music reminds them of their mom
When they were young they loved spinning to her songs
She played until her ragtime was gone
Piano strings in my memories
She played the pearly whites
Wrote melodious stories
Tanned, strong hands on the wearing down keys
Can't forget the woman whose music inspires me
She had four grandchildren
Encouraged them in all their wishes
Accompanied my childhood dreams
Won't forget how she sewed up my seams
With her
Piano strings in my memories
She played the pearly whites
Wrote melodious stories
Soft, old hands on the yellow chipped keys
Can't forget the woman whose music inspires me
When she fell in love with a pink piano
Played it every day when she got home
Wrote her own musical poems
Piano strings in my memories
She played the pearly whites
Wrote melodious stories
Soft, young hands on the new ivories
Can't forget the little girl whose music inspires me
She is growing up so fast
Couldn't make her childhood last
Took good care of her family
College at only seventeen
Married, bought a house and had four kids
Music reminds them of their mom
When they were young they loved spinning to her songs
She played until her ragtime was gone
Piano strings in my memories
She played the pearly whites
Wrote melodious stories
Tanned, strong hands on the wearing down keys
Can't forget the woman whose music inspires me
She had four grandchildren
Encouraged them in all their wishes
Accompanied my childhood dreams
Won't forget how she sewed up my seams
With her
Piano strings in my memories
She played the pearly whites
Wrote melodious stories
Soft, old hands on the yellow chipped keys
Can't forget the woman whose music inspires me
Credits
Writer(s): Miranda Kleier
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