Story
A portrait of dementia and living in the moment. This song was inspired by witnessing my mother's journey with Alzheimers and her progressive memory loss. Warm, intimate, emotive.
Songs About Ageing
Ann Leung
2017
Lyrics
Gone © Ann Leung
Do you remember when,
The band played our song?
‘n we talked til dawn
You and I facing the sun.
And we were …Gone, gone, gone, gone.
The weather is nice, dear.
Magnolias cup the breeze.
Shall we walk by the river,
You and I?
The kettle is still warm.
The kids still sleep.
I’llbe dressed by six.
Shall I bring milk home, tonight?
And I’ll be …Gone, gone, gone, gone.
The sun is shining
Birds are calling
Calling calling
You take milk, but no sugar.
I’ll find your favourite mug.
Shall we fold clothes today?
It’s what you did when you remembered my name
But now you’re… Gone, gone, gone, gone.
The weather is nice, dear.
Magnolias cup the breeze.
Shall we walk by the river,
You and I?
Shall we go?
G'day China - Ann Leung & Chris Hall
Lyrics
When Crows Call Night – © Ann Leung
Would you sit with me in the fading light?
When shadows grow long, and the crows call night.
When my mind is shrouded in candy floss dreams,
limbs weary from where they’ve been.
I will sit by you in the dying light.
Warm your hand when the crows call night.
I will listen over to stories you tell
And repeat backwards, time, you knew well.
In the whispering breeze, we age still
Will you sing for me?
I will sing for you.
We will walk through smiling fields,
shelter under weeping leaves.
‘n in the whispering breeze, we age still
We will sing when the crows call night.
Between wrinkled folds, will you bathe my skin?
Rub my feet in lanolin?
I will dress your chest in muslin fold
Brush your hair when the day is old
Ann Leung
2015
Story
I woke up from a dream worrying that I might forget my loved ones. This song is about memories of my father who passed away too young in his early 50's.
Lyrics
Will I Remember - Ann Leung
if I stare at your photograph, I see your face,
the hint of a grin for the joke you just told.
if I stare at your photograph, I hear your voice,
your father’s wisdoms, his father’s past
but if I close my eyes,
just a hazy outline of you
and if I lost all your photographs,
will I remember you?
will I remember you?
if I stare at your photograph, I feel your touch,
hands guiding mine, as we tie a shoelace.
if I stare at your photograph, the smell of your sneeze,
pawpaw and mango, airborne in the breeze,
but if I close my eyes,
just a hazy outline of you
and as the darkness falls,
memory fades
and if I lost all your photographs,
will I remember you?
will I remember you?