Lyrics

Someone’s Precious Friend (2019)

I dreamed about my mother’s shirt - the plaid one, faded now
to cloud and sand. The cuffs are worn. Her hair was braided how
she did. She wore her jeans rolled up those days when she would ride
the coulees down near Lethbridge with Sparrow by her side.

And in my dream, they laughed and sang and whistled while they rode.
Her great big horse was 16 hands, and mama was no load.
A skinny kid - they called her Slats - but how that girl could sing.
Young Sparrow hoped to marry her but wouldn’t say a thing.

The years go by. We live our lives.
We’re someone’s daughter, and someone’s wife,
We’re sisters, brothers. And in the end
we always hope we’re someone’s precious friend.

They met when they were children at Holy Angel’s School.
One door for boys and one for girls: back then it was the rule.
But friendships blossom where they will and grow without regard
For rank or status, or the mismatched dreams of the schoolyard.

Sparrow’s people owned a spread. But mama was the star
of the Victory Varieties all through the second war.
It’s there she met the corporal and, man, that’s all she wrote.
With the wedding invitation, she sent Sparrow this note:

We make our choices. We live our lives.
We’re someone’s husband or someone’s wife
We’re someone’s memories, and, in the end,
We always hope we’re still someone’s precious friend.
I will always hold you as my oldest and dearest friend.