Sigh

| April 29th, 2008

I’ve spent some time drinking beer and wine
and all I’ll ever do is sigh,
Had love ripen like a grape on summer the vine
Picked under the late August sky
I’ve had friends roll in like the midday tide
and watch them roll out again
Some sought bright lights, and others died
some are constant like the winter wren
I’ve heard sad songs and I’ve played them too
and danced when the autumn trees wept
But the only sweet song I haven’t sung is for you
and that’s something that I’ll have to accept

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