Dorothy Ashby

Open up the door to Dorothy Ashby
Lay the rugs and boxes on the floor
String the beads as once dear Ashby wore

Studied from the start
Brought upon a harp, from another day
On a hammered harp, from another day
Poetry apart, from another day
From another day, from another day

Down the concrete steps and into the nightclub
These are folk who fare above us all
Feel the music's sad and gentle fall

Puzzled by the sound
Dorothy's around, from another day
Music lost and found, from another day
Brought upon a harp, from another day
From another day, from another day

Brought upon a harp, from another day
On a hammerеd harp, from another day
Poetry apart, from another day
From anothеr day, from another day

Music lost and found, from another day
Dorothy's around, from another day
Puzzled by the sound, from another day
From another day, from another day