A classic tune rewritten to depict dementia and music’s ability to trigger lost memories
When I first heard the song, I loved it, especially the charming way in which Steve’s new lyrics capture an image of his mother, and the brief moments when her memories returned to her as result of listening to music. Because the song is still under copyright, however, I was unable to include it in the book.
I recently asked Steve if I could share his story on the blog instead. He was kind enough to say yes, and he informed me that his mother passed away in October of 2015. In memory of Dorothy, and with a huge thanks to Steve and Paul, please enjoy their recording of “Ain’t She Sweet.” Steve’s re-written lyrics are also provided below.
Ain’t She Sweet
(to the obvious tune of…)
Ain’t she sweet
Though confined now to her seat
I can ask her but she only smiles at me
Ain’t she sweet
Ain’t she nice
Though my words do not suffice
She can’t understand and yet she takes my hand
Ain’t she nice
Just now she turns in my direction
The song I sing gets her attention
I repeat
Through the rhythm and the beat
With a tune that triggers hidden memories
Ain’t she sweet

