Carolyn, Louise and Ellen

Verse 1

White house on the hill by the granite-gray sea,

clapboards bright as a Sunday plea,

silver spoons clink, steam curls from their tea,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Wind from the harbor carries more than salt,

names on their tongues like coins in a vault,

smiles like lace, but sharpened to a fault,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Chorus

Oh, hush now, here comes the weather,

whispers thick as a nor’easter feather,

what you can’t prove, they stitch together,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Don’t cross the line, don’t ring that bell,

they’ll chill your crops with a money-cold spell,

turn a small-town rumor to a hired knell,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Verse 2

They’d nod at the brides in their satin and light,

“Welcome,” they’d purr, then snuff out the night,

pinning thorns to a new vow’s white,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Daughters-in-law with a laugh too free,

sons’ young loves like ships at sea,

haunted by a lighthouse that would never agree,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Verse 3

Bankers at brunch, lawyers at eight,

judges at parties behind iron gates,

a ledger for mercy, a ledger for fate,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Stand up to them, your credit runs dry,

the shop doors close, your bids go by,

the paper snow falls, and it’s your goodbye,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Chorus

Oh, hush now, here comes the weather,

whispers thick as a nor’easter feather,

what you can’t prove, they stitch together,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Don’t cross the line, don’t ring that bell,

they’ll chill your crops with a money-cold spell,

turn a small-town rumor to a hired knell,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Bridge

They called it “standards,” called it “grace,”

but it cut like glass on a Sunday face,

mean-spirited winds in a woman’s space,

and the choir kept time with the harm.

On the green, on the steps, under steeple light,

they salted the earth in broad daylight,

and no one said no, out of fear, not right—

silence is a kind of alarm.

Verse 4

Years rolled in like the fog at dawn,

fortune stacked high, but the warmth long gone,

echoes came to keep them on,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Candles in windows down every lane,

wives and widows whispering names,

braiding truth through the town’s old frame—

and truth is a patient flame.

Chorus

Oh, hush now, here comes new weather,

voices steady, standing together,

what you can’t bend, grows back better,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

No more bells for borrowed hell,

no more fortunes cast as spells,

a tide rolls in where the shadows fell,

Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

Outro

On a New England shore where the granite keeps score,

even lighthouses learn what a heart is for.

Let your name be a harbor, not a storm offshore—

remember Carolyn, Louise, and Ellen.

I am a global nomad/permanent traveler, or coddiwombler, if you will, and I move from place to place about every three months. I am currently in Peru and heading to Chile in a few days and from there, who knows? I enjoy writing articles, stories, songs and poems about life, spirituality and my travels. You can find my songs linked below. Feel free to like and subscribe on any of the platforms. And if you are inspired to, tips are always appreciated, but not necessary. I just like sharing.

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