Beautifully singing like a robin in a tree,
her multi octave voice flowing through my heart
sweetly, so freely, calming me.
Sweet Minnie you left behind
the most divine stylish music for us all to remember you by,
songs so beautiful, tenderly making me cry.
God must have known you were an angel,
that's why he took you away with him;
the day you died in July,
breaking my heart, making your fans cry.
So young, never will your voice grow old,
instead it will always remain behind in our soul,
flying high like a spirit ripping through the sky.
Sipping on hot orange spiced tea,
looking out of my window as the snow flakes fall gently.
I sit listening to "Loving You"
and wishing for a warm day in May.
Knowing that many of your fans loved you just as I did,
I play your music on a old turntable feeling happy as a kid.
There will never be another Minnie, some may come close.
But they can't touch your multi octave voice echoing from your soul.