Ila Mae

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She’s got those white shoes
On a bus to the city today
She’s wearing that ring
And thinking about things
That will come now that she’s on her way

Busy streets all around
She hasn’t quite found
A friend that she can call her own
As the people pass people by
She asks herself why
No one smile and stops to say “hello”

Ila Mae, Oh Ila Mae
Wouldn’t you like to go home
Where the yellow rose blooms
And the people you knew
Know your name and where you’ve come from
Oh, Ila Mae

She packs up her things
And quietly sings an old tune that reminds her of home
As she closes that door
She’s finally sure she’ll find peace down that old dusty road

Going home, going home
She is going home

Ila Mae, Oh Ila Mae
Wouldn’t you like to go home
Where the yellow rose blooms
And the people you knew
Know your name and where you’ve come from
Oh, Ila Mae