The single best thing I ever did was to raise children. It wasn't easy by any means, but the single hardest part was when they all moved out. My friend Paul's youngest daughter was getting ready to move out and he said to me, "I'm just going to miss the sound of her voice."
Lyrics
Lillian’s Voice © 2025 David Coller (ASCAP)
The kites in the sky, the kids on the beach
The scent of the salt spray, the taste of a peach
The footprints that wander away in the sand
The beach grass that grows at the end of the land
It’s beautiful here but if you had the choice
You’d barter it all just for Lillian’s voice
The ragtime piano that drifts down the street
The radio keeping a soft steady beat
The sound of the church choir, the songs of the birds
You try to explain but you can’t find the words
You know that their music should make you rejoice
But it’s just so much noise after Lillian’s voice
The wind in the curtains that billow and blow
The ghosts of the childhood you watched come and go
The glass full of marbles, the doll with no eyes
Whose greatest of gifts is that she never cries
The postcards and posters and old broken toys
All carry the echoes of Lillian’s voice
The sound of the rain on the stones in the mist
The warmth on your lips of the forehead you kissed
The promise of spring and the sadness of fall
The dark of the night at the end of it all
The circle of life, the life full of joy
The joy in the memory of Lillian’s voice