middle of the night with Father, to flee his enormous debt to those same bosses. Father then tried life in the highlands, where he failed miserably.
And gave up. And turn to drink. And kept moving on. And got mean.
At 14 Maureen sat by her mother's bed to sing, watched her depressed mother finally give up. And get the “sick-lonesome.”
And die.
At 15 her drunken father had traded her to a devilish old preacher man for some coins….and a barrel of whiskey. She sang it all. Until she arrived at Maud's, Maureen had seen very little of people being kind to each other, but this crowd of people were being so kind that she could not help but to love each one of them. Which of course made each and of them love her right back. She stood basking in that love and opened up like a rosebud on a fine summer morning. 600 people stood spellbound. As she held them in the palm of her hand.
Mary Ellen and Mattie played softly in the background as little girl woman Maureen stood on the stage with her eyes closed once more, She was slightly weaving back and forth as she played her stick for a bit. It was the prelude to her third love song The words came out long and sweet and clear and pure and haunting:
T urn your face to the wind, and look out to the sea.
N'er look back to the place, where you had to leave me.
A new life awaits. The harbor of hope is o'er there.
At least you'll be safe, Is my heart's only prayer
( Then just a short chorus from the flute.) 
Blow a kiss to the wind T'will find its way home
Love must let go ———
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