NICOLAI - ©1989 Rachel Page ® Socan, CanadaEvery Sunday morning he'd walk seven miles To sit upon the church wall, he never went inside He lived down at the mission, and that old man had his pride He'd listen to the service, well at least that old man tried I'd sit there beside him, all tattered and all torn He would sit and shiver next to me all wrapped up warm We'd tell each other stories, sharing thoughts that made us sad Giving everything we could, 'cause that was all we had And I wonder what happened to old Nicolai He'd bring a present every Sunday without fail Something pretty, sometimes broken, always special For a little girl who'd sit and listen to his tales Beautiful umbrella with a handle made of bone A piece of broken china that had come from ancient Rome And a blue and purple earring, well it must have been the queens Some buttons made of marble that were once some chinese kings And I wonder what happened to old Nicolai He'd bring a present every Sunday without fail Something pretty, sometimes broken, always special For a little girl who'd sit and listen to his tales People said that That Old Man was crazy How could they know when they all turned away He taught me that loving can be easy Just as long as you are not afraid So, every Sunday morning I tried to look my best Spending half an hour just to find a pretty dress I knew that he'd be waiting for me there upon the wall Nicolai. the reason that I went to church at all And I wonder what happened to old Nicolai ...
Recorded on "Fool For Love" 1989 cassette
(Out of print collectors item)