The Woman In God's Waiting Room
The woman in God's waiting room her hair is silver gray
And she is over ninety and has known a better day
The mynas in the back garden they sing their Winter song
Her days are quiet and lonely and her nights are dark and long.
The woman in God's waiting room is lucid for her years
And for her many memories she does not have any tears
The clock upon her mantlepiece it keeps on ticking slow
As she recall her childhood years some eighty years ago.
All those she went to school with she readily can recall
To the 'grim reaper' they have gone and she's outlived them
On her chair in God's waiting room they visit her again
And her school friends from her childhood years young in her heart remain.
The woman in God's waiting room quietly sits on her chair
And for one over ninety she's lucid and aware
The clock ticks on the mantlepiece, birds in the garden sing
And new buds on the claret ash tell of an early Spring.