Holly Would - Jackie DeShannon

Rite of Spring, she’d often choose it

She spoke like paintings soaked in time

Her autumn-colored hair was fine

She wore cottons quite a lot

She loved herb tea and a coffee pot

She lived with a dog and cat

Forever yours and after that

I remember that to Holly everyone was good

No one has ever loved the way Holly could

She never cared about herself the way she should

No one will ever treat you like Holly would

She collected dolls of Dresden

Always spoke of her friend Yasmine

She was fond of poetry

Durrell, Villon, cummings e e

She loved riding in a train

And «catch me» was her favorite game

She loved Vuillard, Bonnard and Klee

She only ate one meal a day

I remember that to Holly everyone was good

No one has ever loved the way Holly could

She never cared about herself the way she should

No one will ever treat you like Holly would

I remember that to Holly everyone was good

No one has ever loved the way Holly could

She never cared about herself the way she should

No one will ever treat you like Holly would