I wrote our names on the sides of the trains
In the old Aberdeen yard
Thinking one day you'll see, in the city of Marie
And return to this broken heart

I remember you crying over Ossian's writing
As you read his words soft and sweet
That was the last time, those were your last lines
I knew before you set out free

My Charlotte, my baby, my wild valley wind,
At night I hear cries from the deep
They sing they've seen you, out of the blue
On your stairway to the sea

So up your river I climbed to your Acadian mind
To explain my motive for my deed
My unrequited love, your God up above
My sweet spirit of the street

I never stop trying, I think of you smiling
As I spend my days waiting for you
My Charlotte, my baby, my wild valley wind
My Joan of the deep, dark and blue

I remember you crying over Ossian's writing
As you read his words soft and sweet
That was the last time, those were our last lines
I carved them in the linden tree

And, I wrote our names on the sides of the trains
in the old Aberdeen yard
Thinking one day you'll see, in the city of Marie
And return to this broken heart


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