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Heidi Winzinger: Music

Madeline

(Heidi Winzinger)
She still wakes up way before dawn
Got a list of chores five miles long
Grabs her robe and lights the stove for the coffee pot
Takes two cups off the shelf and then puts one back

And sometime she swears she sees him standing there
The sweet sound of his voice floating through the air
Calling “Madeline, could you give me a hand here please?”
Could you fix an extra lunch for my farmhand Gene?
Oh, Madeline, Calling Madeline

Noontime the sun shines down on rows of fresh cut hay
She stacks the bales alongside the men till’ then end of the day
Scrapes the mud from her boots and leaves them at the door
Pays the bills and make a list for the grocery store

And sometime she swears she sees him standing there
The sweet sound of his voice floating through the air
Calling “Madeline, could you give me a hand here please?”
Have you seen my satchel full of Sunflower seeds?
Oh, Madeline, Calling Madeline

At night she sits tight in his old porch chair
A cool breeze blows over her like fingers made of air
The moon and stars light up the yard reflecting on this place
She wonders how without him now she’ll keep up this pace

And sometime she swears she sees him sitting there
The sweet sound of his voice floating through the air
Saying “Madeline, could you give me your hand here please?”
Oh, Madeline, Calling Madeline

For thirty years they worked to make a home here
She hears him say “you’ll never be alone dear”
And she still hears him, yeah she still hears him

And sometime she swears she sees him standing there
The sweet sound of his voice floating through the air
Calling “Madeline, could you give me a hand here please?”
Oh, Madeline, Calling Madeline