Leslie Is Different

Fred Small

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    The neighbor up the road brought the message
    Joe and May never had a phone
    Five children grown and gone to college
    Now they lived out on Pewaukee Lake alone
    And the nurse at the big Milwaukee hospital
    Said "We've got a baby here with no eyes
    It's retarded, it's got cerebral palsy
    Six months old living only to die
    And we remembered the tiny Englishwoman
    Used to hire out as a nurse-governess
    May Lemke, will you take this broken child off our hands?"
    And God loves a fool 'cause she said yes. She said:
    CHORUS:
    Leslie is different
    Like everyone in the world
    He's kind of awkward, he's kind of fragile
    Kind of graceful, kind of tough
    He's kind of slow, he's kind of clever
    He's just Leslie and that's enough.
    He just lay there helpless and silent
    Not a tear, not a smile, not a word
    But they held him and rocked him and sang him to sleep
    And talked to him as if he really heard
    And he grew with the sun and affection
    Though his body was spindly and small
    And a hundred times they stood him with his hands upon the fence
    And a hundred times watched him fall
    And their daughters warned it was useless
    They said, "Mama, that boy will break your heart."
    She said, "Love never comes easy
    And miracles mostly come hard." She said:
    CHORUS
    May used to play the piano
    And sing the old songs from the war
    There was always music on the radio
    And the records she bought at the store
    And sometimes they swore he was listening
    Though of course there was no way to know
    Maybe he was flying in his own blue sky
    Where no one else would ever go
    Maybe he was lost in a forest
    Where demons and woodspirits dwell
    But for sixteen years he had never spoke a word
    Never taken one step for himself. But they said:
    CHORUS
    Along about three in the morning
    A ripple of music broke the night
    Joe's fallen asleep at the TV again
    May reached over to turn on the light
    But the music kept getting louder
    And the TV was quiet and cold
    Leslie was playing the piano
    And his fingers were agile and bold
    A Tchaikovsky piano concerto
    Like water breaking over a dam
    A river of ecstasy flowed through his hands
    And each note cried out, "I am." Because
    CHORUS

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    Composición: Fred Small

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