Walk back down the aisle -
No cameras, no flowers this
Whistles blow and bells will ring - it's only the
We should have waited 'til April
when the flowers are in
Last Monday night in a Jamaica Plain bar
a friend of
Why am I chained to a memory
why does the thought
Goodbye, Maire, I am going to sea.
Just one more trip
I live East of Indiana, no tilling here to mourn
No
I'm really close tonight.
and I feel like I'm moving inside
For years I've been ready to let go of this
Is he or isn't he?
Is he or isn't he?
He had
I'm getting drunk once again, singing to the trees.
I'm laughing
This is your last ride home
This is your last ride
All the snow is melting
the river's running high
robins on the
The harbor lies still in Argentia.
It captured my heart today.
Your
All the sorrow and joy
We hold in our beating hearts
Do
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