A fingerpicked folk ballad
love
folk
ballad
goodbye
picked
Story behind the song
A very early song in simple ballad form, the fictional account of falling out of love. Given a slight flamenco feel in the break for this recording.
Lyrics
Christine is sitting and stoking my cat
Whos purring with pleasure and clawing the mat
Now I am not even sure
which of the two I like the more
once it was different not so long ago
I would lie with her my love it would flow
But that has now faded away
From me but she still wants to stay
How can I tell her that my love has gone
when she is so sure now that it will go on
How can I tell her goodbye
I just cant keep up this lie
Sit down beside her and then try to speak
I love you she whispers my willpower is weak
Sink in her arms once again
Kiss her and try to pretend
Time passing slowly can torture the mind
when answers to questions are so hard to find
Take a deep breath if you will
Load up your gun for the kill
Silent as sorrow incredulous still
Stabbed in the heart and the pain is so real
You must be joking but no
Times up you really must go
Christine is crying as she says goodbye
Could it be mirrored there in your eye