Judy Collins - In The Twilight lyrics

She's a lady, and she barely knows her name now In the twilight as she sleeps And her memories chase her down the days of childhood There was music, always music And her brothers – there was Robert, the captain of a freighter that sailed to China There was Shannon, who ran off one icy morning And then Herbert and then Frank, all so handsome And her sisters, who were beautiful and yearned to be together. She's a lady, and she's sleeping like a princess who will wake up and drink amber from a slipper made of diamonds She was married to a blind man who was my father, such a charmer, and another whose name was Robert Who holds her fragile hand while I am weeping Chardonnay in a crystal gla**, amethysts on her fingers Roses and forget-me-nots in the garden where she lingered All around her the snowy peaks drew her eyes with wonder All of her betrayals drowned in the roaring canyon's thunder She's a lady, and she always dressed in silk and had her hair done and her clothes were pretty colors and the scent of Chanel in her satin cloak when she went dancing with my father when they were very young She's a lady, and saw nearly twenty presidents and she voted for Obama In the old days, sipping Presbyterians, she'd argue with her children who had opinions about everything that mattered And she'd tell of the time she saw Rachmaninoff. Chardonnay in a crystal gla**, amethysts in her necklace Roses and forget-me-nots and three sons so fine and reckless Daughters too, who were free like her One who sang and one who painted She loved them all ever more and more And thought all of us should be sainted She's a lady, and she barely knows my name now In the twilight, and she sleeps most of the day and when she wakes up she says that she's going home And asks me how I knew where to find her In this home that's not her home She sees her garden, Growing wild since she had to leave the sweetness of those afternoons on her patio Where Robert kept the flowers blooming. She's a lady, and she's going home she tells me in the twilight as her eyes close I ask her where, and she says that it's a secret Then she's gone just like the flowers in her garden. Chardonnay in a crystal gla**, amethysts on her fingers Roses and forget-me-nots in the garden where she lingered All around her the snowy peaks drew her eyes with wonder All of her betrayals drowned in the roaring canyon's thunder Marjorie, my mother, sweet Marjorie of the garden That blooms now in my heart