Lucy Wainwright Roche - Canturbury Song lyrics

If there's time, I'll meet you by the old trees We've been handed down the notice of the fall There is little on the hillside But we have another chance to see it all In my pockets, I will carry all the true things Leaves and marbles, paper plans and subway fare With our keys strung around our necks And sweaty thread on dusty shoe soles We'll be there Start with stories and you'll tell them as you once did When I smile beneath the surface like a wave And the spring inside my step when I would see you That is not here to behold In the distance, we can see the torches coming Strapping years and more importance on our backs And the dark is just between us Oh, to see your face again I'm struggling