She sang so movingly
For an imaginary audience
Accompanied her singing
With conducting gestures
A moment of bliss
The lyrics flowed like rivers
Heartwarming, rich and true
She was so enchanting there
A light shone through
She was the girl again
Who with her mother
Sitting in the parlor and singing
The sister played the accordion
Her father played the harmonica
And when she closed her eyes
She was not alone
The music brought her back
To a place she had always known
A light, a room, a song
Where she could really be
Conducting her own symphony
With a gentle melody
The songs came with lyrics
Heart-warming devotion
She was so enchanting to look at
Sometimes she lit up as she sang
With a lamp into her own world
She was the girl again
Who sat with her mother
Sitting in the parlor and singing
Her sister played the accordion
Her father played the harmonica
The songs came full of stories
Devotion warm and deep
She lit up as she sang
In a world she'd always keep