One more new song about the tragedy of war......

'Unfinished Lace' by David Stevenson, which you can listen to here:

http://www.myspace.com/davidstevensonmusic

It tells the story of a love torn apart by war, as must be happening on an almost daily basis in the Middle East right now. David wrote it after finding a small piece of lace in an old book one day, and so a whole story unfolded.

Our Great Aunt Annie's story, in a way. She was in her 80's when I first met her, her first love died in WW1 and her second in WWII. After that, she never loved again....

'Unfinished Lace' by David Stevenson:

"Its just a white lace fragment, a pale glimpse of the past
Held fast between the pages of a book
And each stitch breathes the grieving of a love that was lost
So hard that it hurts me just to look
They were bound to be wed the second summer of the war
In the sunshine on the first day of July
But that dawn on the Somme, the whistles sounded, he was gone
And on that day that promised joy her lifes love died

Unfinished lace, unwritten pages
One life where there should have been much more
Times lines are written on her face, a life of blameless grace
A life undone, unfinished lace

When the telegram arrived, she was working on the lace
The trimming for the dress she was to wear
She put down her hook, closed the lace inside her book
Turned her back forever on lacemakers wares
And the blinds were drawn down tight, through those sunny summer days
And they stayed down through the winter and the rain
Two more summers were to pass before the boys came home at last
And she smiled to hide her emptiness again

Unfinished lace, unwritten pages
One life where there should have been much more
Times lines are written on her face, a life of blameless grace
A life undone, unfinished lace

And the old clock on the mantel chimed the long years as they grew
And they raised a cross for all the dead lads on the green
With each first of July, she would ask the heavens why
Kiss the lace and dream of all that should have been
Eighty years, another war, more names upon the green
A quiet death to follow silent life
I hold her lace tight in my hand, and listen to the band
As the old men march to put an end to strife

Unfinished lace, unwritten pages
One life where there should have been much more
Times lines are written on her face, a life of blameless grace
A life undone, unfinished lace

Promise unbroken, the lace a token
And something to remember love gone by
As I hold unfinished lace, and in the silence see her face
Till the bugles call old love up to the skies

Unfinished lace, unwritten pages
One life where there should have been much more
Times lines are written on her face, a life of blameless grace
A life undone, unfinished lace"