Lyrics: Jaymee Wen
Music: Jaymee Wen
Arranger: Jaymee Wen
The rain was pulling curtains down on every slate and stone.
I walked the length of Derry Lane entirely alone.
Until the doors swung open, spilling amber on the street.
And there you were just standing there in boots upon your feet.
A coat of mossy velvet, just a nowhere to begin.
The air was getting lighter, the shadows pulled away.
I knew that I was staying, had nothing left to say.
We traded silver shadows, catching every glance.
Leaving all the heavy worries strictly left to chance.
So let the hills turn golden while we chase the setting light.
Walking past the cottages that keep us in their sight.
From the harbor to the meadow,you're the laughter in the haze.
Story written perfectly for all our coming days.
Ohit's wild andit's wonderful the way you say my name.
Like a fire in the heartthat's never going to tame.
You talked of ancient headlands and the way the clover grows.
I listened to the history that only silence knows.
We sat upon a wooden bench until the stars were thin.
The color of your eyes was where my trouble would begin.
Just the feeling of the morning in the way the spirit sings.
The air was getting lighter, the shadows pulled away.
I knew that I was staying, had nothing left to say.
We traded silver shadows, catching every glance.
Leaving all the heavy worries strictly left to chance.
So let the hills turn golden while we chase the setting light.
Walking past the cottages that keep us in their sight.
From the harbor to the meadow,you're the laughter in the haze.
Story written perfectly for all our coming days.
Ohit's wild andit's wonderful the way you say my name.
Like a fire in the heartthat's never going to tame.
And if the winter catches us before the spring is through....