Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Now that your darlin' keeps you home
There goes the best war we've ever had
Now that nobody's all alone
We'll turn forgiveness to forget
If you're in town you'll look me up
We'll dance the days into the cups
And you will talk of golden rivers flowing
Giving you enough
Bye, bye, years
Of deals and dolls
Bye, bye, Montreal
What wicked patterns we succumb
From the warnings we have run
Now from a figure we have cut the mold
And filled the stadium
If in as many years I call
You from the middle of it all
Will you forgive me or forget
That we were ever born at all