Nancy Bird
I sit and watch the swallow hover some rainy afternoon
I sit and watch the cobweb follow you, my dear old Nancy Bird
Imagining the empty gaze in some hazy afternoon
I dream and count the raindrops for you
Fearful, half the glow of a fading love for you
I sit and watch the fine gale that comes through
Tearful, big girl I have to hold you from my rue
But the swallow brought a godly haunting you
Fearful, half the glow of a fading love for you
I sit and watch the fine gale that comes through
Tearful, big girl I have to hold you from my rue
But the swallow brought a godly haunting view
The swallow brought a godly, haunting view
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