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Willow Creek Records
"ONE EMPTY CHAIR"
Countin
Clouds
Lil' Things
You Do
Quitique
He Kissed
her Picture
Before
the First Ring
I Sit & Ride
Sam Will
Be Here Soon
My Baby
Don't Dance
Send the Rain
Get Up
& Move Around
One Empty
Chair
I was going from room to room at a nursing home inviting residents to come to my "Keeping Time with Beth" program when I came to a room where a well manicured woman was holding a calendar with a pink stick em note on it that said " Retama Park, 6 pm, May 10". I invited this woman to come to the music program with me and, looking from the clock to the stick 'em note, then back to the clock, she said she couldn't leave her room. I explained that it wasn't even yet 2:00 and if someone was coming to get her at 6:00 pm, she had plenty of time to enjoy the music. But no, she wouldn't leave her room. I found myself writing this song that evening.
The following month, I went back to the facility, and searching out the nurse, asked her to tell me about this woman. She said the woman had Alzheimer's and no longer had any sense of reality, except to know that the person she had been in love with for over 20 years came to visit her everyday. Love was all that remained, and all that mattered to her. On the day I was there, they were going to the horse races at Retama Park.
The message? Love never ends.
SAM
WILL BE HERE SOON
words & music by Beth Williams
She looks from her watch to
the loud ticking clock
then at the pink stick
em note on the calendar in her hand
Retama park it says, in big bold black letters
six P.M, May ten, and it's signed sam
Though it's barely two , she says " I can't leave this room.
There's so much to do & Sam, Sam will be here soon
In a pastel of colors, hair
neatly brushed
ready & waiting, cool breeze on the dust
She moves from the window, to the open door
then back to the same stare in the same spot once more
Not glancing at the row on strangers hanging in her room
moves back to the door cause Sam, Sam will be here soon
(Sam will be here, Sam will be here, Sam will be here soon)
CHORUS
She doesn't know what year it is
Where that woman in the mirror lives
She only knows Sam will be here soon
(Sam. will be here, Sam. will be here, Sam. will be here soon)
In a garden of flowers, beyond
the windowsill
honeybees suckle until they get their fill
A thousand times over, the window to the door
she glides like a skater, cross the hardwood floor
No one passing by can tell you why she stays in her room
singing oh so softly "Sam....Sam will be here soon"
(Sam. will be here, Sam. will be here, Sam. will be here soon
CHORUS