Elsie Brown - Brett Perkins

Elsie Brown Lyrics

Elsie Brown has a suitcase
She carries in a cart round town
Filled with books, former newsdays
The pages we've all thrown outHer hands are gnarled
Clothes are tattered
As she whispers her words to the airBut don't you think she doesn't matter
Because you've never seen the poetry thereAnd Elsie Brown talks to street lights
Sees them shining in the bright of day
And she smiles for the children
Sees them shining as they walk awayHer hands are gnarled
Clothes are tattered
As she whispers her words to the airBut don't you think she doesn't matter
Because you've never seen the poetry there
In Elsie BrownAnd Elsie Brown has a daughter
She hasn't seen in fifteen years
I found this out in a letter
On the ground the day she disappearedHer hands were gnarled
Clothes were tattered

As she whispered her words to the airBut don't you think she didn't matter
Because you've never seen the poetry there
In Elsie Brown