Текст
Verse
The porch swing creaks in the evening air
But there’s no one sitting in the rocker there
I watch the shadows stretch long and deep
While the master of the house is fast asleep
I keep my vigil by the kitchen door
Waiting for the step on the wooden floor
Chorus
Oh, the seasons turn and the years roll by
Underneath a heavy, lonely sky
I’m still waiting for your hand to fall
To answer when I give my quiet call
The hearth is cold and the house is still
But I’m watching from the windowsill
Verse
I found your sweater in the hall today
It smells of cedar and of summer hay
I curled up tight in the wool and thread
And dreamed of the words that you once said
Now the garden grows wild and the weeds run high
And the moon is a ghost in a hollow sky
Chorus
Oh, the seasons turn and the years roll by
Underneath a heavy, lonely sky
I’m still waiting for your hand to fall
To answer when I give my quiet call
The hearth is cold and the house is still
But I’m watching from the windowsill
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Amber
Hook on repeat
