Far Away by Ingrid Michealson
I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay.
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea, And close to my heart he'll always stay.
I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Ella andNelly and Faye.
While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare On our island in the blue bay.
Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line.Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.
There's a boy next to me and he never will be anything but a boy at the bar.
And I think he's the tops, he's where everything stops.
How I love to love him from afar.
When he walks right pass me then I finally see on this bar stool I can't stay.
So I'm taking my frown to a far distant town
On an island in the blue bay.
Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line. Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.
I want to go far away. Away away, I want to go far away, away, away I want to go far away, far away.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another life, to another life.
To another shore line
In another life.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
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