Oh my love
A weary song's been playing out
Upon my heart of strings
It has me unsure
If I'll be staying in this town on through the spring
Oh but my dear
These thoughts that are weighing on ya
Might just be a passing feeling
And surely if you give them time
Your stay will be revealing
Oh but I've a given thought and I've a given time
And the answers ain't a coming
But whichever way I wish to go
Please don't blame it on our love's shortcomings
Oh well my dear
The distillery up on the road could do something for ya
They make a special blend
They say it shows you what's to come
If your mind is slipping again
Well this decision to be made is only mine
And there shouldn't be persuading
I don't think there's anything you can do
For my decision, just be a waiting
Oh but could you ask
If they have any left behind the counter
And bring some home to see?
We could read how our fate is written
In the gypsy rye whiskey
Oh my love but it would be so foolish
To base my destiny
Around some silly folklore tale
And a vision in my drink
Oh but it's a last request
To show what you mean to me
And in that fortune you'll see
That after all of this time we've spent
We're truly meant to be
Well when the day had lit my love was gone
She left a note and signed
It seems the future she saw in her eyes
Was her walking far beyond the sight of mine
Oh but as for myself well I'm sitting pretty
With this new rye whiskey
I ain't one for superstitions
And anyways, I read it somewhere about tea