Seperated by war, she writes a song for the return of her lover.
Lyrics
The prelude to it all
was a summer so warm,
their lives werer filled with music,
that was silenced by the call.
The way he played the pipes
should have led her to the aisle
instead of young men
to the end of their lives.
She's writing a welcome home song,
been waiting to sing it
for so long.
She's filled it full of
every pretty note she knows
but the melody has grown old
like the lichen on her walls.
Only the stones hear her words.
The escence of it all
was a lifetime alone.
She was never told
what became of him.
It left her heart
as empty as the hills,
her song unheard.
Ch.
A refrain to end it all
might see him return,
like she dreamed he would
but she was never told
what became of him.
He never heard her song,
her welcome home song
became a lament
to a life alone.
Ch.
