The Joyful Noise
Sara Spade

TO GET TO YOUR SOUL

Oh to get to your soul is a long long road
Oh to get to your soul is a long long road

You’ve got me at arms length that’s for sure
Don’t think I can take it anymore

Oh to get to your soul is a long long road
Oh to get to your soul is a long long road

Freedom of choice is walking out on me
Yours is now the only face I see

Don’t say anything unless it’s yes
I really don’t want to hear the rest
and I’m sure that I’ve heard it all from you before
But in case I’ve not been crystal clear
I’m in in love with you my dear
and that’s why I’m still here knocking on your door

Oh to get to your soul is a long long road
Oh to get to your soul is a long long road
Oh to get to your soul is a long long road
Oh to get to your soul is a long long road

ENDLESS RAIN

Some days are full of endless rain
Takes me back to my school days
Climbing fences of slippery wood
my first kiss down by the brook

I think of us in a misty haze when days are full of endless rain

Too big plastic boots of red
walking to where I was led
by the hand with gentle grace
into puddles into space

I think of us in a misty haze when days are full of endless rain

Wont you come along and play with me?
Wont you come along and play with me?
Let’s go ride our bikes in the rain
Let’s go ride our bikes in the rain

I think of us in a misty haze when days are full of endless rain

WHERE DID THEY GO?

Down by the river, making up dams
plays with her brother, grass in her hands
Slides hold back her hair
She’s got dirty knees
As free as the wind blows under the trees
Where did she go?

His smile is like sunshine, his eyes are light blue
and he’s always laughing at things that we do
and he lives just over the hallway from me
and I often wonder, where could he be?
Where could he be?

And there lies the mother in paddling pool sun
at home in the garden watching their fun
and he holds his son’s hand so he wont fall down
and smiles with such warmth at the treasures they’ve found
Where did they go?

ON BEHALF OF TEENAGE EMPLOYEES

It was a penguin hotel
They had some brown glass mugs
I drank a coffee in the plastic staff room
Waiting for my shift to start
The time was 6 am
I wanted to go back home
The napkins needed folding and the supervisor’s here

I was a teenager
I was paid 3 pounds an hour
The tips went into a sugar pot and were never seen again
I wore a horrible skirt
All plasticy and black
Tights and a white blouse from my mum
I didn’t feel like me atall

I was too old to call my mum and ask her to take me home

The breakfasts had been eaten
Grapefruit slices and toast
Tea and coffee and a cigarette then off to the conference upstairs
Then it was 11 am
The tables were laid for lunch
Then I’d go back home to my bed and dream it all over again

I was too old to call my mum and ask her to take me home
I was too old to call my mum and ask her to take me home
I was too old to call my mum and ask her to take me home
I was too old to call my mum and ask her to take me home