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Mary Chapin Carpenter lyrics : "Mrs. Hemingway"

We packed up our books and our dishes
Our dreams and your worsted wool suits
We sailed on the 8th of December.

Farewell old Hudson River
Here comes the sea
And love was as new and as bright and as true

When I loved you and you loved me.

Two steamer trunks in the carriage

Safe arrival we cabled back home
It was just a few days before Christmas
We filled our stockings with wishes

And walked for hours
Arm in arm through the rain, to the glassed-in café
It held us like hothouse flowers


Living in Paris, in attics and garrets
Where the coal merchants climb every stair

The dance hall next door is filled with sailors and !@^%s
And the music floats up through the air
There's Sancerre and oysters, cathedrals and cloisters

And time with it's unerring aim
For now we can say we were lucky most days
And throw a rose into the Seine


Love is the greatest deceiver
It hollows you out like a drum

And suddenly nothing is certain
As if all the clouds closed the curtains and blocked the sun
And friends now are strangers in this city of dangers

As cold and as cruel as they come

Sometimes I look at old pictures

And smile at how happy we were
How easy it was to be hungry.
It wasn't for fame or for money

It was for love
Now my copper hair's gray as the stones on the quay
In the city where magic was


Living in Paris, in attics and garrets
Where the coal merchants climb every stair

The dance hall next door is filled with sailors and !@^%s
And the music floats up through the air
There's Sancerre and oysters, and Notre Dame's cloisters

And time with it's unerring aim
For now we can say we were lucky most days
And throw a rose into the Seine


Now I can say I was lucky most days
And throw a rose into the Seine.



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