The young lady labours on
another moment and i'll be gone
it is unfair for i'll be free
but will you keep my memory?
though i'll forget
the day we met
for i will be another life
will you still love me, my dear wife?
The young lady labours still
it takes me all my will
to hang on for a little more
of the way you smell, the dress you wore,
your teasing smile that i adored
the stupid names i called you so
the lovely morning on the shore
the secrets only we both know
all of these shall be no more
as the wind drags me to the door
i try so hard to freeze your face
but bit by bit my memory goes
i watch my thoughts of you erased
The lady waits, now i must leave
Bless you, for all the love received
Baby's almost here, goodbye
i take my place
it's time to cry
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