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UKArchive ID: 36646Old Billy Fly by mitch
Originally published on June 20, 2016 in Song Lyrics

I worked as a carer for years and know this story all too well: dementia sufferers who forget the person who was married to them for 50 years and the devastating effect it can have on them...



Day after day – the lines crawl across his face
Memories keep him warm – by the unlit fireplace
The bills lie in the hallway – as the bailiffs come and go
The shadows at his front gate – always stop to say hello.

He doesn’t know what to say
His words set sail and drift away
So he smiles and nods his head
At all the things he could have said.

Until at last the children cry:
"Cross my heart and hope to die
Our mothers taught us not to lie
But today’s the day we saw Old Billy fly
."

The town got its bypass – and another round his heart
He’s standing on the landing – feeling torn apart
He goes into her bedroom – to see what he can do
But she screeches like an owl: “just who the hell are you?”

So Billy cries and goes downstairs
To rearrange the kitchen chairs
There’s nothing new on his TV
So he makes her carers cups of tea.

Until at last the children cry:
"He kissed the girls and made them sigh
Our mothers just won’t let this lie
But today’s the day we saw Old Billy fly
."

SOLO VIBES

So Billy smiles and locks the door
He takes the lift to the thirteenth floor
Somewhere a blackbird sings
He feels the wind rise beneath his wings.

Until at last the children cry:
"We seen Billy touch the sky
Our mothers taught us not to lie
‘cause today’s the day we saw Old Billy fly
."

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(c) 2016 all music, lyrics, vocals
and intruments by Paul D. E. Mitchell
Copyright PRS protected


© mitch (pdemitchell on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 36646
Archived comments for Old Billy Fly
sweetwater on 22-06-2016
Old Billy Fly
Oh so,so sad, such a dreaded disease, hartbreaking for all involved. I think this is one of my favourite pieces you have written, not sure why but perhaps its because its so easy to empathise with Billy, feel his anguish and want to make it better for him. Sue.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue - I cared for my kids as a single dad then a carer for four elderly relatives. I was a domicilliary carer and the song evolved out of an earlier poem called Billy Blue Legs. Thanks for the comments and listening to me warblings. Mitch

Mikeverdi on 22-06-2016
Old Billy Fly
Ah.... that hits hard. I've experienced this, well penned Paul.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Cheers, Mike - as I said to Sue above, I cared for my kids as a single dad then a carer for four elderly relatives. I was a domicilliary carer and saw far too much (I even started writing a book called Ghost Army - with a few chapters posted here already) and the song evolved out of an earlier poem called Billy Blue Legs. Glad you liked it. Sadly, it is based on a composite of true stories. Mitch

Pronto on 29-06-2016
Old Billy Fly
A terrible disease that robs people of their loved ones in a way more cruel than even death itself can achieve. A tender touching poem.

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cooky on 12-07-2016
Old Billy Fly
I like the rhythm and the balance of this write. The content may be sad but the writing is joyful.

Author's Reply:
Thanks, Cooky - based on true stories alas. But even in darkness there is beauty. Thanks for the read - appreciated. Hope you liked the music too. Mitch