Bethany Weimers Harpsichord Row lyrics

Softly she asks ‘when did I see him last?
Is he well? Is he coming back home?'
But what can be said for her lover's long dead,
And the decades are all but unknown.

She wears bluebells in springtime, in summer a rose
It keeps her, keeps her high.
Smiling and gracious wherever she goes,
We must, we must try.

Yellowing leaves start to fall from the trees
There's the scent of a chill in the air.
Walking through streets when her memory leaps
Catching her unprepared.

Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
I will be there waiting, waiting.
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
My heart is there breaking, breaking.

All of your hopes
All of your dreams
Turn into dust
Weak at the seams.

Reaching for ghosts when they're needed the most
Getting closer, closer each day.
It happened so fast now the moment has passed,
Do you think that she's begging to stay?


She wears bluebells in springtime, in summer a rose
It keeps her, keeps her high.
Smiling and gracious wherever she goes,
We must, we must try.

Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
I will be there waiting, waiting.
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
My heart is there breaking, breaking.

All of your hopes
All of your dreams
Turn into dust
Weak at the seams.

Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
I will be there waiting, waiting.
Won't you come down to Harpsichord Row?
My heart is there breaking, breaking.

All of your hopes
All of your dreams
Turn into dust
Weak at the seams.