Title: Darling Belle
Artist: Incredible String Band
Composer(s): Robin Duncan Williamson
Lyric:
Papa would take me to the park to see the swans
By hansom cab trotting so high
Holding his hand to see the swans
Hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling by
See swan ships come sailing in
White as the clouds on a windy day
James I suppose would be in school
James I suppose would be in school
I was I was learning to spell laughing at loud smells
Avoiding the rod of the cod faced master
Was it your absence made me quiet at noon?
Playing British Bulldogs on the gravel
Was it your presence colored my dream?
I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all Saturday
Under old chairs and old ladies knees
I framed your half remembered face
With frail white embroideries
Calling for you down the mousy garden
Calling for you down the mousy garden
O did you meet him at the ball? Eighteen years on
Tall soldier now and you full grown
Belle did you meet him at the ball?
Belle did you meet him at the ball?
O do you remember me? Thin girl with cold hands
You in your scarlet and you knew my name
Step to the veranda under the wisteria in the mysterious November
Dancing as if with death or fate to the moon black ballroom
Of the silk skinned lake
Kissing me you lifted my skirt under the willow trees
Keep the home fires burning though your heart is yearning
Though the boys are far away they dream of home
There's a silver lining in the dark clouds shining
Turn that lining inside out till the boys come home
Did I see you march to the train? Did I cry was my nose red?
My two day bride can you feel me in your memory?
I will be the redness in your iron fire
How could I write? My words would seem sad or gay
We regret to inform you
We regret to inform you
We regret to inform you
Meet me by gaslight in the dark dawn
On waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm
Hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew
When we are dead, when we are dead
Now she sits in her brother's widow's house
Her skin like a lizard her aura like a daffodil
Sits like a sign in the children's chair
Migrant guest from relative to in-law
She stares into the embers
