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HER SONG
HER SONG
(T. Beechey)
Do you recall that winter's night when the snow was up to here
And you said, “I think I'll write a song just for us,dear”?
And so you did then you made a recording of that song?
Last night, I found that tape and played your sentiments all night long
I tried to play that song you wrote
And I swore I wouldn't cry
I barely got past the opening note
When the tears, they filled my eyes
It reminded me of everything
That I could never be
And all that I had to cling to
Was your memory
I was searching for a matching glove and beneath a pile of pens
Was the tape on which you sang your love, I chose to play it again
It reminded me of everything my soul could not define
And all that I had to cling to that was never really mine
I tried to play that song of yours
And I vowed to shed no tears
But, with every word, each teardrop pours
Till the landscape disappears
It reminded me of everything
That I had just for a while
And all that I had to cling to
Were echoes of your smile
Remember that song you wrote for me? I found the tape last night
And I wondered if it'd help me see what used to be so right
It reminded me of everything that wasn't mine to seek
And all that I had to cling to were teardrops on my cheek
Last night's the night that I chose
To play your song once more
But I watched in vain as you arose
And again walked out the door
It reminded me of everything
That over time grew dull
And all that I had to cling to
Was nothing, nothing at all
Can you recollect a winter's eve when the snow was piled up high
And you said, "I believe I'll write a song for you and I"?
And so you did, then you put those sentiments on a tape...
...even as I'm lowered foot by foot, from her song I can't escape
