Sweet Thing Lyrics

 Born by accident
Youngest of five
Doc said too early
She’ll never survive
But she did without much of a fuss.

Born on a cold
Unremarkable night
Face to the wind
And her back to the light
And she hid in a blanket of dust.

Call her Something
Call her Anything
Oh, Sweet Thing…

Hand me down everything
Eiderdown hair
Unwanted dresses
And toys; she’d repair
What she could, and she kept every one.

Worked hard at the agency
Working there still
Just one week off
When her mother got ill
But no mind, no one noticed she’d gone.

Call her Something
Call her Anything
Oh, Sweet Thing…

At home a secret cabinet
Of paperclips and rings
A wooden owl without a beak
An angel without wings

A broken top, a candlewick
A crumpled wedding list
A stolen trove of treasure
No one would ever miss

The corner of a photograph
And a blunted paper knife
An envelope
A memory
A moment
And a life…

Call her Something
Call them Everything
Oh, Sweet Things…
Call her Something
Call her Everything
Oh, Sweet Thing…