The Oldest Woman In Town
Splendid she was in her old wooly hat
She sat in the garden and watched the world pass
Beside her asleep was her mangy old cat
The oldest woman in town
Nobody knew just how old she might be
If you asked her she'd say 'a bit more than me teeth'
She drank barley wine and smoked the Gold Leaf
The oldest woman in town
Summer, winter, whatever the weather
She'd sit in her garden and sell lucky heather
She'd say she was lucky rather than clever
The oldest woman in town
One day as a kid when the weather was mild
I sat down beside her and looked up and smiled
She said 'what are you wanting you horrible child'
The oldest woman in town
Then one day much later before I left school
She wasn't sat there on her wooden stool
I thought probably died the silly old fool
The oldest woman in town
But later that day as I made my way home
She was sat in her garden all on her own
Had the cat gone left her there all alone?
The oldest woman in town
Approaching quite wary I noticed her eyes
Were trying to hide but couldn't disguise
That terrible sadness when somebody dies
The oldest woman in town
'Wheres ya cat' I venture quite bold
'He's sleeping' she says 'he getting quite old'
'In fact sleeping forever truth to be told'
Said the oldest woman in town.
'Im sorry' I says and I meant it as well
She was ever so lonely and sad I could tell
'Thank you' she said 'he was a loyal old pal'
The oldest woman in town
After that I'd stop and chat everyday
She'd so many stories and tales to relay
And most of them involved a roll in the hay
The oldest woman in town
All these lads but never wed?
Was something I instantly wished I not said
She looked up at the clouds said 'me husband is dead'
The oldest woman in town
I was sorry (again) and she said 'its Ok
It was way way afore you were born I daresay
He died a young man on a cold winters day'
Said the oldest woman in town
'Thats very sad' I was sorry again
'Ah the years pass on by and with em the pain
I wish I could kiss him once more just the same'
The oldest woman in town
Many years later I came home on leave
To learn that she'd died on the last Christmas Eve
No more old lady was hard to believe
The oldest woman in town
I went to graveyard and there found her stone
She lay with her husband she wasn't alone
I lay down my flowers, and off I went home
Glad I knew her..the oldest woman in town.
Copyright © Steve Sant | Year Posted 2018
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