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    Mrs. Hemingway
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      Lyrics for Mary Chapin Carpenter - "Mrs. Hemingway"

      We packed up our books and our dishes
      Our dreams and your worsted wool suits
      We sailed on the eighth of December
      Farewell old Hudson River
      Here comes the sea
      And love was as new and as bright and as true
      When I loved you and you loved me

      Two steamer trunks in the carriage
      Safe arrival we cabled back home
      It was just a few days before Christmas
      We filled our stockings with wishes and walked for hours
      Arm and arm through the rain, to the glassed-in cafe
      That held us like hot house flowers

      Living in Paris, in attics and garrets
      Where the coal merchants climb every stair
      The dance hall next door is filled with sailors and whores
      And the music floats up through the air
      There's Sancerre and oysters, cathedrals and cloisters
      And time with its unerring aim
      For now we can say we were lucky most days
      And throw a rose into the Seine

      Love is the greatest deceiver
      It hollows you out like a drum
      And suddenly nothing is certain
      As if all the clouds closed the curtains
      And blocked the sun
      And friends now are strangers in this city of danger
      As cold and as cruel as they come

      Sometimes I look at old pictures
      And smile at how happy we were
      How easy it was to be hungry
      It wasn't for fame or for money
      It was for love
      And now my copper hair's grey
      As the stone on the quay
      In the city where magic was

      Living in Paris, in attics and garrets
      Where the coal merchants climb every stair
      The dance hall next door is filled with sailors and whores
      And the music floats up through the air
      There's Sancerre and oysters, and Notre Dame's cloisters
      And time with its unerring aim
      For now we can say we were lucky most days
      And throw a rose into the Seine
      Now I can say I was lucky most days
      And throw a rose into the Seine

      SONGWRITERS:
      MARY CHAPIN CARPENTER
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