Emma's Bicycle from Aberdeen by Phil Henry

Emma’s bicycle is blue and white
She races the cars as she rides through
The streets of this town
With the sun shining down
She’ll never feel so free
As Saturday in Aberdeen.

The car wash is spilling out into the street
It’s the first warm day of the year
The water is washing the winter clean
And Emma’s just riding on...

The sidewalks are singing the signs of life
But she’s moving too fast to hear
She’s dodging old ladies in their Springtime whites
And Emma’s just riding on...

Emma’s bicycle is blue and white
She races the cars as she rides through
The streets of this town
With the sun shining down
She’ll never feel so free
As Saturday in Aberdeen.

She passes the park where the small kids play
And the salon where Mama would go
She crosses the tracks as she’s chasing a train
Heading out where god only knows

As she turns the corner, she’s picking speed
And she’s coming around again
As she hits the big hill on Murphy Street
She begins to sing:

La La La La...

She circles the stone church the umpteenth time
Now, her Daddy is waving her in
He’s wearing that dark suit and long black tie
He’s worn ragged and thin

Daddy says, “You’re too young to go so far”
But she’s old enough to know
Her Mama’s in the back of that long black car
And she’s not coming home

Emma’s bicycle is blue and white
She races the cars as she rides through
The streets of this town
With the sun shining down
She’ll never feel so free
As Saturday in Aberdeen.

La La La La...

• Americana
• Contemporary Folk
• Folk
• folk rock
• Rutland