| <Aretha Franklin> page <Queen In Waiting. Columbia Years (1960-1965, CD 1)> album page |
Little Brown BookMy little brown bookWith the silver binding How it keeps reminding me Of a memory that's haunting me In some quiet nook I go through its pages And peruse this ageless tale Of the love that failed To ever become true On this page is the date Of that fateful night at eight When we found we were no longer in love After that there's nothing more Just a dark and futile door That shuts out the… |