Mary Chapin Carpenter - Mrs. Hemingway lyrics

rate me

We packed up our books and our dishes

Our dreams and your worsted wool suits

We sailed on the 8th 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 dangers

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

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

And now we can say we were lucky most days

And throw a rose into the Seine

And now I can say I was lucky most days

And throw a rose into the Seine