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I lived with you in Gloucester In a room above the bay, Where sun streamed in like honey On early winter mornings— And I loved you so, Oh how I loved you so. And all we had was time And all the time we had was taken up with youth, And youthful dreams. And in a bed against the wall We spent our hours in search of simple truth, And life’s true meaning. And we just played at love But how we played— I lived with you in Gloucester In a room above the bay, Where rosy, twilight evenings Could linger } like a memory Now they seem so few Those golden nights with you And all we had was time But soon the time was filled with everything but you And we got lost And in that bed against the wall We dreamed in separate worlds and never knew We’d pay the cost And with the tide each day I saw you gently slip away. We lived awhile in Gloucester And then we moved away The world still held some promise And life still promised answers That I had to know And now I know too well Then all we had was time apart And soon our love just slipped beneath the waves And we went under And in a bed against the wall I lie alone and think about those days And I still wonder Where’d those lovers go Where did those lovers go astray. I lived with you in Gloucester In a room above the bay, Where sun streamed in like honey On early winter mornings— And I loved you so, Oh how I loved you so...long ago. |
"I lived with you in Gloucester In a room
above the bay, Where sun streamed in like honey On early winter mornings"
John Chapman

Gloucester |
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