Hi Folks,
I started writing this around 10 years ago but only got round to recording it a few days ago. It's about a man who,as a boy,is taken from his mother by the authorities because she is too young to keep him. He spends the next 20 years trying to find her.
I know this isn't my best ever song and it's too long and rambling but it has sentimental value to me and I wanted to share it with you. All comments greatly appreciated.
Many thanks to Vicki (CaliaMoko) for answering the call and supplying the mother's vocal part.
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https://soundcloud.com/alan-walker-4/table-9I'd been searching for my whole life
In a hundred cold towns down the line
For the woman in my photo
Standing in the soft sunshine
She was sitting at table 9
At the end of a long decline
It was whisky she was drinking
To take the pain away
There was a sadness I could see
When she looked over and said to me
I had a boy just like you once
In a golden yesterday
Sun was shining
Songbirds flying
I was lying
With my child
Then the crying
Felt like dying
As he was taken
From my side
Now you tell me you are broken
20 years kept deep inside
But like the blackthorn through deep winter
A sweet smell is coming by and by
I took out my wallet showed her a picture
Faded by time, but the face was mine
It was a young boy and his mother
I'd found her at table 9
She said "you are my story sad to tell
A teenage mother's taste of hell
They said I was too young to keep you
It was best I heard them say
Twenty years later at table nine
We've come full circle,the ties still bind
My search is over my soul will stay
On this glorious summer day
If you feel like your chance has passed by
And your dreams have turned to stone
Just remember this true story
And your faith will take you home
Sun is shining
Songbirds flying
I am standing
Just like a child
No more crying
Now I'm smiling
I have my mother
By my side
I have my mother
By my side