From the recording Holding the Threads
Lyrics
Marguerite 1918
Oh Marguerite where are you?
They say the war is ending soon
I know you would have relished a parade
But maybe that won’t happen
They’ve even shut the churches down
So much about this world has been remade
Marguerite
Marguerite
Marguerite
Oh Marguerite, I miss you
Your playful smile and solemn eyes
There’s no more need for white scarves on our door
Maybe I’ll plant daisies
They always make me think of you
I don’t know how to hold on anymore
Marguerite
Marguerite
Marguerite
Oh Marguerite I’m sorry
I couldn’t bring your fever down
You spent your final moments in my arms
Your ashen face delivered
The hardest lesson I could learn
A mother’s love could not keep you from harm
Marguerite
Marguerite
Marguerite
Marguerite
Marguerite
© Beth DeSombre 2024
