Carolyn’s Morning Song

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While moonlighting as a private tutor in Floyd, Virginia while not on tour, I became a speech tutor to a young boy whose mother, Carolyn, had found herself alone at 19, taking care of her two small children.

I see the sun coming up in the morning
And it lights up my life like it lights up this room
But I’d best be getting on with my day
They say nineteen is pretty young to be a mother of two
But I guess that’s the way my life goes
And their father’s look in their eyes was all he left behind
What I’d give just to see him just once more

I will sing this sweet song in the morning
And I’ll dance around this room all alone
Because someday I know things will be going my way
You can’t stop dancing when the music won’t play
My life’s to short to pine, self-pity is a waste of time
This one life is all I’ll ever have

I’ve got me some work at the factory
They give me low pay, but I guess it’s okay
It’s better than getting welfare
This house gets pretty cold when the winter winds blow
And the woodpile is getting mighty low
We’ve been alone two years, and I still shed some tears
For the dreams that have passed me right on by

And I know how they talk at the factory
That a woman is unfulfilled without a good man by her side
And these thoughts keep going through my mind
But I think I’ll take a chance, try to make it on my own
And I’ll find out the answers by and by
And if all my human pride could be seen on my outside
You’d know that I can make it on my own