The inches between only added to it all
The shadows that hung around her could not prevent the fall
But I'll try, try, try…though I could not say this to her eyes
I'd rather die, die, die, than love a stranger in the skies
It was dawn, the church bells still hung, aching to ring but first must come the son
The steeple sneered, looking down at me below, truly believing, that's all you need to know
And the willow, it's roots just holding on, ready to topple, the river moving along
But at the dock, the boat just swayed its sway, I'll up the oars, work my back when the confluence cascades my way
A curse echoed through, but she was nowhere near
The spring time snow once made it all so crystal clear
But I will go, go , go when the leaves fall from her tree
She'll say no, no, till the madness is at ease
New year comes, and the mighty Fitz was brought to its knees
Even the Sault at St. Marie shut her eyes, cried, “Please, be a dream!”
But it was gone, gone, gone, before a soul could be saved
I was wrong, wrong, wrong, to think it would work out another way
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