Christmas Fuller Project - Belle Said lyrics

Belle was her name The first time that I saw her she was reading the same book I brought to the park. Lewis under the reds, the browns, the golds of an oak. I wrote her letters in my finest hand for a year. She typed back from Washington D.C. all her fears of “growing old with the wrong man,” of “those southern mores.” Oh Belle! I could tell your heart was gold underneath the cold precautions that you told me you did grow. I proposed inside an old oak grove, but you told me that you couldn't love me. I knew that it wasn't so. Belle said the rows of houses would depress anyone who had tasted life. I didn't know what she meant, but Belle was never one to throw out bathwater with care. I told my mom and dad Belle would be my one and only. Over the heir-loom table, gla**y eyes met. A proud father's words were all I needed to hear. The twisting trunks outlined by half a moon. The chilled breath. Her seat on a stump. My shoes and knee in the mud. She broke it all in my mind. She broke it all in my mind.