And tonight I will dream that the water, it will recede
by Cary Kembla
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WAITING FOR THE BRIDGE TO OPEN
For three long weeks here
The leaden sky cried on my roof
The creek is peaking
It may subside but there's no proof
And tonight I will dream
That the water, it will recede
And I'll make it to town, here's to hoping
But as I languish here
Oh it seems like an eternity
Waiting for the bridge to open
I tread the larder
The lonely shelves' supplies are low
I spread the butter
Wondering how far it can go
And tonight I will dream
That the water, it will recede
And I'll make it to town, here's to hoping
But as I languish here
Oh it seems like an eternity
Waiting for the bridge to open
Separating
The clouds permit a glimpse of the sun
Illuminating
For a minute all I had won
And tonight I will dream
That the water, it will recede
And I'll make it to town, here's to hoping
But as I languish here
Oh it seems like an eternity
Waiting for the bridge to open
© 2017 Cary Kembla
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