This song was in Pat Pattison's book 'Writing Better Lyrics' and is one of my favorites. It's on iTunes if you want to buy it. The images it draws so vividly are wonderful. AND this is a great example of how CHORUS is seen differently after each verse is sung - basically verse frames chorus.
I hope Beth doesn't mind me printing it here for us to learn by.
Child Again by Beth Neilsen Chapman
She's wheeled into the hallway Till the sun moves down the floor Little squares of daylight Like a hundred times before
She's taken to the garden For the later afternoon Just before her dinner They return her to her room
CHORUS: And inside her mind She is running She is running in the summer wind Inside her mind She is running in the summer wind Like a child again
The family comes on Sunday And they hover for awhile They fill her room with chatter And they form a line of smiles
Children of her children Bringing babies of their own Sometimes she remembers Then her mama calls her home
CHORUS: And inside her mind She is running She is running in the summer wind Inside her mind She is running in the summer wind Like a child again
Playmate, come out and play with me (It's raining, it's poring, the old man is snoring) And bring your dollies three (Bumped his head on the edge of the bed) Climb up my apple tree (Never got up in the morning) Slide down my rain barrel (Rain, rain, go away) Into my cellar door (Come again another day) And we'll be jolly friends (Little Johnny wants to play) Forevermore (Some more)
And inside her mind She is running She is running in the summer wind Like a child again
That last part where the two nursury rhymes are sung against each other (i.e. at the same time) is just simply GREAT writing. The chords are great, she takes time to modulate the song to different keys and basically the music is just a perfect fit to these lyrics.
The only small thing i would have changed is to use less synthy sounding instruments in the verses - although the keys really sonically fit the 'running in the wind' chorus part.
One image that is very vivid is when the old woman is sitting and hears her mother's voice. Then that Chorus becomes a little girl running in a field of wild flowers. While the first chorus is somehow a woman running from mortality and the forced, cold, clumsy world of how we treat older folks.
Makes me think how much I admire my grandmother for insisting we park the car very far from the store "because she likes to walk!" Go, GM! I love her young spirit!