Bethany Weimers Harpsichord Row
Softly she asks ‘when did I see him last?
Is he well? Is he coming back home?'
But what can be said for her lover's long dead
And the decades are all but unknown
She wears bluebells in springtime, in summer a rose
It keeps her, keeps her high
Smiling and gracious wherever she goes
We must, we must try
Yellowing leaves start to fall from the trees
There's the scent of a chill in the air
Walking through streets when her memory leaps
Catching her unprepared
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
I will be there waiting, waiting
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
My heart is there breaking, breaking
All of your hopes
All of your dreams
Turn into dust
Weak at the seams
Reaching for ghosts when they're needed the most
Getting closer, closer each day
It happened so fast now the moment has passed
Do you think that she's begging to stay?
She wears bluebells in springtime, in summer a rose
It keeps her, keeps her high
Smiling and gracious wherever she goes
We must, we must try
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
I will be there waiting, waiting
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
My heart is there breaking, breaking
All of your hopes
All of your dreams
Turn into dust
Weak at the seams
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
I will be there waiting, waiting
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
My heart is there breaking, breaking
All of your hopes
All of your dreams
Turn into dust
Weak at the seams
