The old switchboard it is no more,
And it makes me sorta blue.
Cause, while the new dial phones are nice,
They cut me off from you.
I'll miss your voice, when you "ring in."
I could tell just how you feel;
And if your world was all roughed up,
Or on an even keel.
I loved the many "little" things
That you asked me to do;
And tho I never saw you much,
I seemed a part of you.
Whenever trouble came you way
I was the first to care;
And tried to speed your service up
Tho twasn't my affair.
When you rejoiced, then I was glad;
When troubled I was blue;
For even if you didn't know,
Your voice, to me, was you.
Lila B. Call/White
What she doesn't say, of course, is that she also knew pretty much everything that was going on in CV! I wrote a post about that back near the beginning of the blog. Click Here.


