From the recording The Women All Were Dancing
A tribute, a tip of the toque, an hommage. Vocal goodness by John Connolly.
Lyrics
They grew up in a valley field
with a view out to the sea
they listened to the breaking waves, the rhythms of the rain
through all the changing seasons
They wake up singing classic country songs
old vinyl records are the ones they put on
Planting trees on mountain sides with bugs and boots and bears
they went a little wild
serving cappuccinos and bending grown men’s hearts
with Monday morning smiles
They wake up singing one of their new songs
their latest record is the one we put on
They outshine their boyfriends
and leave them in the dusk as they head out on a road trip
Like whispers on a pillow they sing about their love
and how it comes and goes
They all love singing to the hometown crowd
they’re nominated and the town is proud
They all love singing for their friends and family
they’re getting famous but they’ll sing you one for free