Lyrics: Harrier Du Bois
Music: Harrier Du Bois
Arranger: Harrier Du Bois
I would often go there. To the tiny church there.
The smallest church in Saint- Saens, though it once was larger.
How the rill may rest there.,down through the mist there.
Toward the seven sisters, toward those pale cliffs there
I would often stay there. In the tiny yard there.
I have been so glad here, looking forward to the past here
But now you are all alone.
None of this matters, now, none of this matters, at all.
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