I wrote our names on the side of the trains in the old Aberdeen yard
Thinking one day you'll see, in the city of Marie
And return to this broken heart
I remember you crying over Ossian's writing as you read his words soft and sweet
That was the last time, those were your last lines
I knew before you set out free
My Charlotte, my baby, my wild valley wind, at night i hear cries from the deep
They sing they've seen you out of the blue
On your stairway to the sea
So up your river i climbed to your Acadian mind to explain my motive to my deed
My unrequited love, your God up above
My sweet Marie of the street
I never stopped trying, i though of you smiling as i spent my days searching for you
My Charlotte, my baby, my wild valley wind
My Joan of the deap, dark and blue
I remember you crying over Ossian's writing as you read his words soft and sweet
That was the last time, those were our last lines
I carved them in the linden tree