Roger William

Music and Lyrics

Our Lady Of Grace

Roger William
Mark Travers - Roger William Eydenberg




I had to take a detour off of Highway 52

It brought me through a ghost town along Lakeview Avenue

No sign of a lake or pond whichever way I turned

They must have used the water up

The day the theatre burned


A cold one at Bud’s Tavern can’t be had at any price

The steeple at Saint Jude’s is now a pigeon paradise

Stores and homes all boarded up

With weathered knotty pine

The town is a finished portrait of a long decline



But someone mows the grass

And trims the weeping willow tree

About a dozen graves or so

From another century

Strange how it’s the only sign of life

In that place

In the little cemetery

At Our Lady Of Grace


On a gravel side road overgrown with grass and weeds

There’s a store still advertising sacks of oats and seeds

“Yes we’re open” reads an old sign crumbling in the sun

There must be a ghost inside whose work is never done




I got out of my car because the urge was very strong

To let the August sunshine cook my head a bit too long

Stretched out on porch swing in a semi-conscious haze

And heard the townsfolk telling me of the good ole days