My Dear Brielle.

There's a hand written note pressed in the door of her screened in porch
And I am sailing away recalling that day miles from shore
She was still wearing white and robin eggs blue, her grandmothers dress
when i left early this year, how I wound up here, is anyone's guess
When the new sites grow old, and I start to feel cold I'll sail home again

Goodbye Brielle, only whispers can tell, of the sweet dreams we knew so well
I'll see you around, our dear ocean town, the frozen days we sat in place
Send me drifting away, like a butterfly, you floated bye, and now your alone, I wish I knew when
I'll be back again. So until then, I wish you well. my dear Brielle

Strolling over the sand, and cobblestone paths that wind through the tree's
and breathe in the sweet forest air, makes the blue bird aware that she could be free
when the new sites grow old, and I start to feel cold I'll sail home again

Goodbye Brielle, only whispers can tell, of the sweet dreams we knew so well
I'll see you around, our dear ocean town, the frozen days we sat in place
send me drifting away, like a butterfly, you floated bye, and now your alone, I wish I knew when
I'll be back again. So until then, i wish you well, so until than I wish you well, I love you my darling farewell

My dear Brielle.


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