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Lady In Waiting

Lady In Waiting
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

How old is a soul? We hear it said, “He’s an old soul.” And just how old is that? I’m thinking the soul is timeless … eternal … never to die … and never to be born. A soul just … is.

Back in my 20s I was in L.A. and had just finished an album at Capital Records when I ran into an old friend from high school who invited me to spend the weekend with her and her family. She had a daughter, Julie, a precocious toddler … I’ll never forget …

I fell in love with Julie
She was only four years old
I felt her look right through me
To the marrow of my soul

And as I brushed the hair away
That kept her eye from me
In a deep and single moment
I saw all there was to see

There’s a woman in there
Full ripe and warm
There’s a lady in waiting
In a baby just born

Oh mother mother
Your daughter has my eye
And I feel like I’m born
Twenty years twenty years
Ahead of my time

She watches me when I’m laughing with her mother
I tuck her into bed every night
She comes on tip toes early every morning
And silently waits
For the opening of my eyes

I fell in love with Julie
With the wonder of her gaze
The consequence of ages
Seemed to vanish in the haze

There’s a lady in waiting
In a baby just born
There’s a lady in waiting
In a baby just born
There’s a lady in waiting
Waiting to be free