Residue from Linen by Carol Fieldhouse

Residue by Carol Fieldhouse and Gary Bridle

Residue, what’s left to me
Unwanted books of poetry
Birthday cards stored in a drawer
From all those years that went before
This photograph of you, its residue

Sunny days on South End pier
The photo booth, we disappeared
Skimming stones our faces beamed
Sunlight on our carefree scene
These photographs so true, they’re residue

Always made me smile
With your morning hair tumblin’ there
And your soft grey eyes
Still smiling there, no leaving cares

Residue, there’s just a trace
An empty chair, a familiar place
Back then I never knew quite how
To say the things I’m saying now
To a photograph of you, it’s residue

Always made me smile
With your morning hair tumblin’ there
And your soft grey eyes
Still smiling there, no leaving cares

Residue, what’s left to me
Unwanted books of poetry
Birthday cards left in a drawer
From all those years that went before
This photograph of you, its residue

• Acoustic
• Contemporary Art-folk
• Derbyshire
• Female singer
• Pop
• singer-songwriter
• Derbyshire Dales District