Canturbury Song Lyrics - There's A Last Time For Everything - Lucy Wainwright Roche

If there's time, I'll meet you by the old trees 

We've been handed down the notice of the fall 

There is little on the hillside 

But we have another chance to see it all 

In my pockets, I will carry all the true things 

Leaves and marbles, paper plans and subway fare 

With our keys strung around our necks 

And sweaty thread on dusty shoe soles 

We'll be there 

Start with stories and you'll tell them as you once did 

When I smile beneath the surface like a wave 

And the spring inside my step when I would see you 

That is not here to behold 

In the distance, we can see the torches coming 

Strapping years and more importance on our backs 

And the dark is just between us 

Oh, to see your face again 

I'm struggling