(John Lombardo/Mary Ramsey) She walked away with the ring in her hand The back door open scattered coins on her night stand The room around her so silent and still The echoes of the voices lingered from a time When so long ago and far away How sweet the fiddle bow did play The smiles around the table as they talked intimately When she would leave them her children alone Their cries and protests made her want to stay back home In isolation she worked into night Her hands all calloused by the twisted vines she'd fight Then she'd think of times so long ago The dinner embers still aglow The smiles around the table as they talked intimately The window was open, the daughter was pale The steam pipes were broken and her hand Froze to the rail When so long ago and far away How sweet the fiddle bow did play The smiles around the table as they talked intimately The grief lay all around her No food, heat, just war She looked in the tarnished mirror, her glowing eyes Traveled to a place Where they would drink and dance on dusty florid days The little boy sat and polished his shoes He'd rub them with a cloth so shined he couldn't lose A small green vase for his mom he wished to win To bring the life back to the face that's always been Full of love and life a sparkle lay A mother's tear to make her stay The sky grew dark, the rain clouds pour She wouldn't see her anymore So long ago and far away, how sweet the fiddle bow did play The smiles around the table as they talked intimately The window was open, the daughter was pale The steam pipes were broken and her hand Froze to the rail