Long, long Ago
Music: Tell me the tales that to me were so dear Long, long ago, long, long ago Sing me the songs I delighted to hear Long, long ago, long ago The storm raged outside as fire crackled inside the hearth, spreading warmth throughout the dimly lit room. The night had fallen long ago, casting shadows of two figures: one laying her head atop another's lap. As the older person caressed the younger's hair, she hummed a tune filled with a tinge of nostalgia. Strange—years had passed since the last time the girl went away, yet she still remembered every nook and cranny of her house: the cracks on the wall, the slight earthy smell, or the subtle damp patches on the ceiling. Even more so, the melodious voice of her mother, for she never missed a single night without a lullaby or bedtime stories to send her little girl to sleep. That little girl was now twenty-three, and she was more than willing to give anything to listen to her mother's soothing voice once again. Twice, or forever
