Canary Burton, Nancy Day - Clara Young Lyrics

Oh Clara, you picture postcard face You always see me as I work in this place
What is your story and are you still here? You were an actress was it a good year?
Found in my Mailbox, sent from Portland by a friend
A woman's face to help me walk these world of pretend

We're always acting on the wooden stage of life. Did you ever have children, were you ever a wife?
Was your name in lights or only on this card Did you make it through or was it too hard?
Clara, Clara Young with flowers in your hair and young men who care. wish you well, I wish you well

You're on a postcard from nineteen twenty five I don't know you or even if you're alive
You wore a white hat and a dress full of beads I look in wonder as you watch over me
Oh Clara you picture postcard face I'll always see you as I work in this place
This is my story and YES I'm still here I am a singer and I hope it's a good year

Oh, Clara, I found you on a star, laid out on Broadway, I saw it from my car
You were the most popular actress on the mighty silver screen Along with Pickford, Gish
And Pearl White, in nineteen and fifteen
So my postcard is just a little late, you'd just about lost your steam to land in the arms of another lover
And finish with what seemed a busy vaudeville run and the last wedding ring