this, from a cd i got my mom for christmas.

the incomparable singing of ginny hawker, such an inspiring woman and musician. when she sings, in front of us all, it is her whole heart and down to the tips of her hands, clenched in pain or spread in glory depending on the story of the song, that sings.

this one, an ola belle reed song, from her cd "letters to my father." lots of good ones, so many.  this, you don't tell me that you love me anymore. not something i may be able to understand right now. it is a song of married life, of the woman as she stops being young and the security of her love's eyes has gone somewhere else:

When I first met you you said you loved, me not for beauty or wealth untold

You wanted someone to spend your life with, with a heart as pure as gold

But the years have come between us, and time has taken its toll

Because you don’t tell me that you love me anymore.

Oh you don’t tell me that you love me anymore.

Only love could make you see me, through the eyes of long ago

Oh my head is turning silver, and my footsteps a little slow

But the heart’s that’s in my bosom beats the same as long ago

But you don’t tell me that you love me anymore…

You don’t tell me that you love me anymore.

Maybe we have failed each other, that’s why we’re so far apart

If my eyes could see within you, how many others now your heart

Oh maybe you never truly loved me, and with this I close the door

Because you don’t tell me that you love me anymore

Oh you don’t tell me that you love me anymore.