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A Song for Abigail Rose
04:02
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Our young love as old as wine, quite fine
Though I can't pronounce and ounce of what I feel for you
We'd plant the quaintest seed and watch it blossom to a tree
You'd turn to me in you I'd see
You'll never be those leaves (You'll never leave)
"We won't fall out of love
When autumn turns to winter"
And then the winter came and it all stayed the same
Sweet Abigail I'll grow a rose for you out in the garden
Once it's spring again
And though I've made holes in plaster walls
And never filled them in
I'm just fine having spent my whole young life with you
Yet just as seasons change
When the bark on trees begins to age
Our young love as old as wine
Still remains quite fine
Darlin' Will you be my wife
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Comfort In the Cold
04:06
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You are the pressure in my head
The drum beats in my hearts stead
Draws me to the woods at night
In the dark and the quiet
You only play before
My heart a tempting score
Draws me to you at night
Under the dark blanket quiet
And I can fuel you with my body
The restless beating drum quieting
Legs brushing cold grass and pine
The white indian pipe under
The cedar and the balsam fur
Can you find the meaning
In our exhausted leaning
And running to the woods at night
In the dark and the quiet
Is the day now dawning
The tired poplar yawning
And shivering in the woods at night
The secrets we keep quiet
And I can fuel you with my body
The restless beating drum quieting
Legs brushing cold grass and pine
The white indian pipe under
The cedar and the balsam fur
To all of those who have lost someone
Just know someday you'll meet again
I know I'm not religious, but
I pray you meet up in heaven
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When I caught you red handed you claimed it was finger paint
But we both know you're just acting picture framed
And I'm no artist darling, I'm just a simple man
In blissfuness
But we'll brush past this canvas in our strokes
(in our own strokes)
I don't know anything at all
I don't know anything at all
Have we been here before?
The de ja views so great
I built a home; it's down memory lane
And nothing bothers me at all
Except the past tense, can't get on past this
Have we outgrown these growing pains?
(These growing pains)
I don't know anything at all
I don't know anything at all
I don't know anything at all
I don't know anything at all
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The Sleeping Tree
04:31
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When I wake up in the morning
And I watch the coffee pouring
The morning's just a waking
And I'm so tired
So I put on the pullover you gave me in '63
It's a little worn, but I keep mending it cause it reminds me
Of the sleeping tree
You and me
I have no children of my own
It's hard to know I'l die alone
I've whittled down my years and sewn
The seeds in soil where they'll grow
I wish I'd tried when I was young
Or when I'd given up on the Canadian dream
You and me
Back in '63
But now
Nobodies waiting for me on the other side
I wish that I'd just died in the sleeping tree
Will you wait with me?
Leave me when I'm dead
Another hospital bed
Empty
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5. |
Untitled Demo Song
03:17
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