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Widow's
Words and music Foster

The clouds draped on the horizon
An his climbed the stairs so she could see
On the second story of her protection
She blew him a as he wandered off to sea.

The told him be on board by morning
The catch is now, he knew he had to go
In about a day she will see him home
Through the inlet where the go to and fro

I wait for my love in the morning
I will wait for my in the day.
From on top of the from my widow's walk
be wishing all your stormy clouds away

Sailors dance on mother cool clear waters
Spend the of their lives in her fold
Sailors songs been sung for thousands of years
But the widows story's rarely told

On cold dark nights she'll linger up to her rooftop
the wooden rail with boney shaky hands
The salty air caresses worried cheeks of
As she ask her God to help

I will wait for your love in the
I will for your love in the rain
From on top of the roof from my widow's
I will wait for my love to come

The time has come and for him to be home now
sleepless night upon her breast
Maybe it's the season or maybe bad weather
But way I will not get my rest.

I wait for my love in the springtime
I will for my love in the fall
From on top of the roof from my walk
I'll wait I hear your angel call.

Copyright 2002 Chris Foster December 25, 2002