Lydia (c) 2000 Karen Poston / Pistolgirl Music BMI All Rights Reserved Lydie lit a cigarette today ancient fumbling fingers in her way from a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin closed her eyes and let the memories in She lived on the old place all alone kept in touch with neighbors by the phone grew herbs upon the graves of her firstborn and his father and the coal trucks never bothered her oh Lydie let him go the boy is gone Her mother struggled and she tore him from her arms Oh Lydia your tears are heavens rain and she never was the same A cotton dress and satin shoes Indian summer sun dressed in amber hues A spin in time with a coal miners son to an old time fiddle tune The months blew by just like a breeze that year They wed in June and by the fall a boy was here Word come up from Big Stone there's a fire in the mine and eleven men they couldn't find Oh Lydie let him go the boy is gone Her mother struggled and she tore him from her arms Oh Lydia your tears are heavens rain And she never was the same She watched them pull him from the hole The overalls he wore were blackened by the smoke Lydia twice had had this dream and twice it had come true When she saw his father's boots she knew Oh Lydie let him go the boy is gone Her mother struggled and she tore him from her arms Oh Lydia , your tears are heavens rain And she never was the same Lydie lit a cigarette today Ancient fumbling fingers in her way From a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin Closed her eyes and let the memories in