歌词
At the
Edge of your window
In the cold winter's moon
Lies my heart, cold and bare,
Lying there, just for you
I know you won't accept it
I know you won't even see
But I will bide my time
Until you run home to me
You left so many years ago
Almost for fourty-three
I start to wonder if you'll return
On that small trip for me
I know you don't write home
My letters you will not see
But I will bide my time
Until you run home to me
When you set farewell, adieu,
On that ship, oh, years ago
In my mind was etched your face
But the time has quickly grown
I have pulled out all my heartstrings
Let the blood sit cold and bare
Lying simply on your windowsill
For you to seek and stare
I know you'll scream and shout, now
When you finally do see
But I will rest so softly now
That you have seen inside of me