The Winter From Her Leaving — William Fitzsimmons

Shove me out to see The sea The quiet of December To the deep I turn

From the wreck I bless This mess From what I can remember Your ghost I burn

Why do I always feel Like I'm waiting to begin

Lay me down this sound Unbound The birds of spring returning Your ghost I burn

Shall I sleep to keep This peace The winter from her leaving To the bow I run

Why do I always feel Like I'm waiting to begin