Tar and Cement

Verdelle Smith



The town I came from was quiet and small

we played in the meadows where the grass grew so tall

in summer the lilacs would grow everywhere

the laughter of children would float in the air



As I grew older I had to roam

far from my family, far from my home

into the city, where lives can be spent

lost in the shadows of tar and cement.



Chorus:

And every night I'd sit alone and learn

what loneliness meant

up in my rented room above the world

of tar and cement.



Each day I'd wake up and look at the sky

think of the meadows where I used to lie

then I'd remember all of that's gone

you're in the city, you better push on

get what you came for, before it's too late

get what you came for, the meadows can wait.



Repeat Chorus



Many years later, tired at last

I headed for home to look for my past

I looked for the meadows, there wasn't a trace

six lanes of highway had taken their place

where were the lilacs and all that they meant

nothing but acres of tar and cement.

Yet I can see it there so clearly now

where has it gone?

Yes I can see it there so clearly now

where has it gone?



Where are the meadows? (tar and cement)

where are the lilacs? (tar and cement)

and where is the tall grass? (tar and cement)

the laughter of children? (tar and cement)

nothing but acres (tar and cement)

acres and acres.....(fade to end)



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