Ballad of a Home Once Left - Courtney Marie Andrews

Diving for the gold in the Lake Geneva cold

Swimming for your grandpa’s lost treasure

Your tobacco fed the birds

Your tongue it cast a curse

On whoever dare try and keep you there another year

And the town it gawked at you as you sailed your wooden canoe Through the lake

in the harsh Swiss winter

Cut the strings

And leave if you need to leave

Find the marvels of the world but keep that rusty spoon

Keep the gifts that your dear ones shed you

And always remember the lake, but never the eyes of your mistakes

Keep your past as a reminder for your future

Leave if you need to leave

Just know that your home is with me