Thinking of Armistice Day and Veteran’s Day got me thinking to songs about loving and missing people. And this song came and told me that she was thinking the same thing. So she wrote herself by my hand. It was recorded at the kitchen table straight onto the laptop, which is exactly where I’d imagine myself singing this song if I had to. It’s my thank you to all those who wait for someone serving…that’s worthy of great respect too.
http://mbouchard.com/misc/Last-Saw-You-In-June.mp3
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All the golden leaves are gone, stark stand the trees
The busy hum of summer’s gone, the flowers and the bees
there’s smoke from every chimney, though it seems much too soon
It’s November now, and I last saw you in June.
You held the lines and laughed, “it won’t be long.”
“You will pass the time with friends and the singing of your songs,
and I promise I’ll be back before the final harvest moon”
But it’s November now and I last saw you in June.
The sea is sometimes kind and sometimes cruel
She will always hold your heart first, I’m no fool.
I can share your love with her I guess, but not your body with Neptune.
It’s November now, and I last saw you in June.
(Bridge)
I cannot walk the sea and wring my hands.
I have our boy to raise, and I must care for our lands,
And I don’t have time to waste away like old heroines who swoon.
But it’s November now, and I last saw you in June.
So we wait and work and wait and pass the time
And I’ve put away your painting of the damned Marinere’s rime
For sometimes this love’s an albatross, upon the sea my hopes are strewn
For it’s November now, and I last saw you in June.
Footfalls on the gravel make me fear,
I look out the frosty window – God, you’re here!
The tears they start to fall again – I had though I was immune.
For it’s November now, and I last saw you in June…
For it’s November now, and I last saw you
It’ November now, and I last saw you
It’s November now, and I last saw you
in June.