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letra de a toast to the woman in the holler - chuck brodsky

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catherine’s boyfriend played saxophone – catherine wanted a flute
there was one in the window of the music store - that happened to be a real beaut
but mummy couldn’t afford it – this much catherine knew
still, she stood there a few minutes dreaming – knowing it wouldn’t come true

christmas time was coming – and catherine had the blues
her mummy asked her what she wanted – catherine didn’t tell the truth
she knew there wasn’t the money – not even for one to rent
the only thing catherine really wanted – was to play an instrument

catherine cried for a month in her bedroom – when she had to quit the school band
the woman who lived in the holler – heard about this secondhand
and the goodness gathered within her – and fluttered like b-tterflies
she in a vision released them – and she watched them take to the skies

and on a very cold night in december – maybe the coldest night of the year
the woman who lives in the holler – cried a few secret tears
for the last few moments of glory – and the glories that had been before
and the times it had been there to rescue her – she set her flute down by the door

people whisper about her – the locals say she’s a witch
though she’d be the first to come help them – if they ever got stuck in a ditch
the candles she lights at her altar – they burn as a gesture of love
the kind they talk about in the churches – yet they know so little of

it was one day just after christmas – and catherine wore her new hat
her mom brought her out to the holler – the woman was there with her cats
catherine had no idea – but someday maybe she would
that what she would soon be receiving – was being given for a greater good

so here’s to the future of music. – and here’s to the power of song
and here’s a toast to the woman in the holler – for p-ssing these things along

the case was covered with stickers – and words.that this woman had scrawled
from the magic places she’d been to – trinkets from her own mardi gras
and it all meant nothing to catherine – it wasn’t her story to tell
she’ll have her own words and stickers – should she ever fall under the spell

so it’s catherine’s turn now to hold her – here’s hoping she’ll learn how to play
maybe she’ll drop by the holler – to visit this woman some day
maybe she’ll come with her boyfriend – the one who plays saxophone
maybe they’ll play for the woman – a few things they made up on their own

so here’s to the sweet gift of music – here’s to the power of song
and a toast to the woman in the holler – for p-ssing these things along

- chuck brodsky

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