 Olympia |
| ©Linda Allen 1989 I fell in love with this old town back in 1953 In the old brown house on Bigelow, I recall a cherry tree Climbing up into its branches, eating cherries by the score Hidin' out 'til supper, thinkin' how it'd be to soar above the clouds - I'd like to do that now -CHORUS Mmmm, Olympia - Makes me wanna sing I got sand in my pockets, rain in my hair and mud on my jeans Mmmm, Olympia - You're growin' up too fast Gonna stretch out my arms, turn my back to the freeway, let the memories last My father ran a used car lot, I remember how he tried But that small town business broke his heart, and one November night, he died Mom worked for the government along with half the town Living for retirement, and waiting for the sound of her own voice So little choice CHORUS Instrumental That town remains an anchor now, no matter where I roam With roots deep as a willow tree, it is the family home I've looked down on the clouds, I've seen a thousand towns or more But the tears come to my eyes when I am standing on the shore and smell the tide - I'm satisfied CHORUS Notes: I lived in Olympia for many years, and most of my relatives still live there. It's my "other" hometown. |