The Camera Shop

This store has been in my family for four generations See that fiddle on the wall? It belonged to my great-grandmother Her name was Rose Oh, that's my name It's a beautiful name Old-fashioned, you don't hear it a lot anymore The colour is so light, what's it made of? An old breastbone Creepy It was the breastbone of her sister Her name was Pearl I'll tell you the story Rose and Pearl lived by the sea Gathering salt in the moonlight And Rose loved a man who lived in the trees Rose cried to Pearl, "Hold me tight, hold me tight" Rose went to his treehouse And looked at the stars through his telescope She wanted to hold his hand So she wrote him a poem, signed it and sealed it In a rice-paper envelope With a lily for a stamp But the man stole her work He was the editor of a prestigious astronomy journal He wrote down all she saw And published it in his name And Rose grew to hate him And Pearl caught his eye I'm a little confused, and more than a little frightened It's okay my dear, this is a circular story And so Rose ran into the forest and asked a great bear to maul the astronomer And to turn the cruel sister into a black crow And put the corpse and the crow in a cave So the crow started to starve, And she'd have no choice but to peck out the eyes of her lover and eat them! I don't believe any of this Don't you remember? The bear named his price One pot of honey One piece of stardust One secret baptism And a photo of a ghost One pot of honey One piece of stardust One secret baptism And a photo of a ghost Rose stole the honey from a soldier she pretended to love Stole stardust from an ancient, she pretended to care And for the baptism, she stole a baby from its mother A frightened teenager in a mansion And took the child into the sea And the child was blessed