Elsie Brown Lyrics - Brett Perkins

Elsie Brown has a suitcase 

She carries in a cart round town 

Filled with books, former newsdays 

The pages we've all thrown out 

Her hands are gnarled 

Clothes are tattered 

As she whispers her words to the air 

But don't you think she doesn't matter 

Because you've never seen the poetry there 

And Elsie Brown talks to street lights 

Sees them shining in the bright of day 

And she smiles for the children 

Sees them shining as they walk away 

Her hands are gnarled 

Clothes are tattered 

As she whispers her words to the air 

But don't you think she doesn't matter 

Because you've never seen the poetry there 

In Elsie Brown 

And Elsie Brown has a daughter 

She hasn't seen in fifteen years 

I found this out in a letter 

On the ground the day she disappeared 

Her hands were gnarled 

Clothes were tattered 

As she whispered her words to the air 

But don't you think she didn't matter 

Because you've never seen the poetry there 

In Elsie Brown