This old shirt
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Author: Al Stravinsky
Verse 1
I take it from the machine -
The best that can be said is it's clean;
The colour is faded, the logo is crazy.
I hold it up to the light,
I can see right through it;
Can she see through me?

Chorus
This old shirt has a tale to tell;
Though not Hamlet or Macbeth
It has ghosts and broken promises.

Verse 2
I pull it on again
It's like having you next to my skin again:
Here you rested your head, I kissed your hair;
And the tears you shed -
There are traces of you there
Tangled with each and every thread...

Chorus
This old shirt has a tale to tell;
Though not Hamlet or Macbeth
It has ghosts and broken promises.
This old shirt has had its day,
But I could no more throw it away
Than forget that night we met,
Or proclaim our secret.

Middle 8
I remember waiting, shaking,
In that leafy, shady place,
And your white dress blowing,
Flowing behind you,
Floating like an angel -
The bitter-sweet time we said farewell.

Verse 3
I'm years late but early again -
When will you arrive? And what do you drive?
I see you, you smile as you see my clothes;
You step from the car and your white dress blows,
Flowing behind you -
Still like an angel...

Chorus
This old shirt has a tale to tell;
Though not Hamlet or Macbeth
It has ghosts and broken promises.
This old shirt has had its day,
But I could no more throw it away
Than forget we ever met,
Or proclaim our secret...