Ladybird Year

(Words and music by and © Talis Kimberley, 2005)

Look, there’s me. Eleven years old.
That was the year they cut my hair,
And I went to camp with the Girl Guide pack.
It was a ladybird year; they were everywhere.

 And the funny thing is
 When I see me then,
 That I look quite sweet
 To my grown-up eyes
 And I wasn’t as fat
 As I thought I was
 As my best friend was
 Now there’s a surprise There’s a surprise.

Look, there’s me. Eleven years old
Black and white fades but it’s no less true
And to think that I was pretty that year
Kind of a shame I never even knew.

 Because I wasn’t as brave
 As I tried to seem
 Black and red fades
 But it’s no less clear
 And when the house caught fire
 And singed my wings
 I couldn’t fly away home
 In my ladybird year.
 And the funny thing is
 When I see me then,
 That I look quite sweet
 To my grown-up eyes
 And my pockets were filled
 Even that far back
 With not enough white stones
 For when the path home lies
 And the path home lies
 (not enough white stones)
 That was the year, that was the year they cut my hair
 I was eleven years old
 (never enough white stones)
 That was the year, that was the year they cut my hair.


A Little Bit About 'Ladybird Year'...

The faces may be black and white, but the memories are in colour.


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