We Carry - Holly Throsby

Thoughts not remembered right

And tears we’re yet to cry

We carry, we carry

Among the winter pines

Long before my time to marry, we married

Just like a lover does, I loved him

My whole life

Just like a dozen others, I did

Too young to know my mind

Too young to know my mind

Hands, oh, hands of mine

Holding on too tight

We carry, we carry

After the starry night

The ashes of our fire

We bury, we bury

Just like a lover does, I loved him

My whole life

Just like a dozen others, I did

Too young to know my mind

Too young to know my mind