كلمات Madrona

I waltzed for kindling, but her skinny dry stems They burned up in a hot flash of embers and wind I set you aside, my first kiss on the lips Madrona, I swore I could forget My guts kept saying your name We laid on our backs, our hats nearly touching At Indian Camp, under the stars Even I know a good thing when she lays down beside me What I didn't know then was how to get started My guts keep calling your name Madrona, you gave me too many chances Of course, I wouldn't see it that way Till you slipped away quiet, a skiff in a tempest You dropped your rope and hid behind a wave My guts kept saying your name My guts kept calling your name One day, I hope I'll see your sail again Or find your wobbly kid-sister scrawl in the mail again I won't be so roundabout, I'll make you stay My guts will finally have nothing left to say Nothing left to say