Cecille, My Love - Josh Tillman

Oh, Cecille my love

How can it be

That one so small

Should carry me

When I am weak?

Oh, Cecille my love

The river holds the gun

I used to kill the one

Who held us apart

For so long

Your father’s house

I have burned down

I saved the letters you wrote

But could not send

I saved the one you wrote me

Of your death

There’s a place

On the hill

Where you and I shall dwell

It’s by the sea

The grave I made

So we can rest in peace

Oh, Cecille my love

The river has washed up

The only way I see you soon

Father, forgive me for what I do