From the recording Holding the Threads

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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




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