Alicia’s Locket
Oh, Alicia...
Alicia Hammond works the morning shift
Watching the fog on the river drift
She speaks in quiet tones,
her hands are strong
Finding the place where the lost belong
And when the heavy shadows start to fall (mmmmm)
She answers the call
Alicia, guide us through the dark tonight
A steady hand, a quiet point of light
Through every storm that tries to bend your frame
Alicia Hammond, we will speak
your name
She keeps the stories that the old town kept
Of secrets guarded while the children slept
She mends the fences and she clears the lane
A quiet healer in a world of pain
Alicia, guide us through the dark tonight
A steady hand, a quiet point of light
Through every storm that tries to bend your frame
Alicia Hammond,
we will speak your name
Alicia... Alicia Hammond...