Oh My Love

Sunken boathouses rise
From the lake to the sky
Since the two of you died
Now there's nowhere to call home
The coast of Maine feels like a ghost
Of a friend lost at sea

Oh my love
We will be too cold to sing

Hang a bell by my door dearest
If you need me
And I'll be sure to find you
Before morning comes

To the grey harbor waves
Where we rowed our birthdays
To our grey harbor rooms
Where we wеre wed long ago
In our sleep while it snowеd
Now there's no one to call home

Oh my love
We will be too cold to sing

Hang a bell by my door dearest
If you need me
And I'll be sure to find you
Before morning comes

Oh my love
We will be too cold to sing