Not The Leaving - Aoife O'Donovan
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Not The Leaving Lyrics
Go and gather up your things for the long ride
Don't ask me, "Where are we going?"
It'll take timeAnd the flowers, oh, the flowers will be buried under snow when the cold winds blow
But the lake changes quicker than you knowAt the seaside wading in the low tide in the shallows
In the wintertime, stars in the western sky flicker and fade outBut the water, oh, the water is shaking at the breeze from the high, high seas
And the lake changes are bitter to my knees
Then I'll wade down
I'm weighed down with family photographs and relics I've found in a back room
I'll be back soon
I won't sink, I'll swim
I'll be back soonYou and I, let's build a bonfire in the sand dunes
And sit a while, cheek-to-cheek
And I'll be humming your favorite tuneIt's not the leaving that's grieving me
It's the thought of you alone making my heart moan
And when the lake changes, down the road I goThen I'll wade down
I'm weighed down with family photographs and relics I've found in a back room
I'll be back soon
I won't sink, I'll swim
Then, I'll wade down
I'm weighed down with family photographs and relics I've found in a back room
I'll be back soon
I won't sink or swim
I'll be back soonGo and gather up your things for the long ride
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