The Widow's Waltz
On the banks of a river sits a widow who sings
A sweet slow tune all alone
She is calling to her husband whose fiddle still rings
In her heart, her voice and her bones

They would waltz by these waters
Swinging sweetly in time
And he’d play this tune only for her

Now she sits in the sand and she waits to fly home
To his arms where she’ll waltz once again

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