God Bless America, Kate Sang

God bless America, Kate sang And I cried over and over Listening to my little record player Each time, they were shocked To see it happen again Land that I love, she sang And my tears flowed like a spring I felt a flush of embarrassment But I couldn't stop doing it What is it with the little child? Just three years old, From where, all that emotion Scratching the record with each repetition The well worn forty-five But I always had to hear it once more Nobody knew me like you did Nobody else saw me that way This is a completely self serving grief But now when I hear Kate I cry, because you are gone-