Anne Loree - Dear Mrs. Moss lyrics

Dear Mrs. Moss, I and your name is right up there on my hit parade With my music books in hand, And I always looked so sad I much that week but somehow you Then I Like a bird inside a cage I And my family And you come back from the kitchen Smelling of coffee and cigarettes And say Your husband, Mr. Moss, hanging on the wall, you told me about him in a voice so adoringly you sounded just like Lauren Becol. Cancer took his life, and left you in the dark, In a small town in South Ontario with your students and your piano and this void in your heart. Well I know what it feels like To be totally in love, It And you All over your piano When you made me play that Romance be Sebalias. Musical Interlude Dear Mrs Moss, I bought a little house, And a little black piano it sits in the front room in the corner by the window facing south, And I play it every day, Just because it Oh even on a night like this when it seems like, What nobody cares? Everything is different now, music isn It And I And I feel you standing behind me saying,