RAMONA
written by Michelle Campagne
She grew up in a house of stone
Mary and her were all alone
She never knew any other way
Days were spent playing at home
Under the wires on Boundary Road
Mary said school wasn't important anyway
'Cause when Mary'd walk her to school
Dressed in gum boots and fake jewels
The kids would laugh and they'd point
And Mary would say "Ramona, cover your ears"
Mary had her first child when she was eighteen
Her second and third she had barely seen
Before they'd been taken away
Mary drifted constantly
Between fact and fantasy
The pills would help but the pills made her ill she'd say
And when Ramona was born
They let her keep her but Mary was warned
And before she'd start ranting
She'd say "Ramona, cover your ears"
She dreams of butterflies
And yellow fields of mustard seed
All she wants is a place to call her own
Where she can run and be free
Mona wrote a song when she was five
It was a song called "Don't Make Me Cry"
Mary thought Mona was a child prodigy
But the pretty melodies couldn't hide
The pain and fear in Mona's eyes
She was sent to live with an aunt in Calgary
And she finally is free
Like a young girl should be
But when she's sad she hears voices
And they say "Ramona, cover your ears"
She dreams of butterflies
And yellow fields of mustard seed
All she wants is a place to call her own
Where she can run and be free
She dreams of butterflies
And yellow fields of mustard seed
All she wants, all she wants
Is a place to run and be free
Run and be free...
from Beaupré's Home
©1997 Highway 13 Musique / Folle Avoine Productions