I wrote our names on the sides 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 thought 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

Then, I wrote our names on the sides 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

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