| Song | Gagna's Song |
| Artist | Jennifer Kimball |
| Album | Veering from the Wave |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kimball | |
| For years I've been ready to let go of this life - | |
| My friends, my wife already gone. | |
| I was an old man then, now I'm senior to the octogenarians. | |
| I was born in the year 1899, each July I'm one year ahead. | |
| From Ipswich to Oberlin, Salisbury, Rome, | |
| The people I loved have all gone. | |
| "Just remember we love you," they say by my bed. | |
| "We're here and we're holding your hands. | |
| Just remember we love you, and this will always be. | |
| You're going to join Nonna, our mother, | |
| You're beloved, Josephine Jewel." | |
| I loved her in Manhattan. I loved her in Rome. | |
| I took her to Maine by the sea. | |
| I whistled and painted, and walked with her there. | |
| And she sang the high parts for me. | |
| So take this weight off my chest. | |
| Take this ache from my heart. | |
| Take this breath from my lungs. | |
| Let me slip away forever, let me be what we become. | |
| And they'll sing for me, the men from school, | |
| A silver dollar tune. | |
| I'll fly over the villas of Florence and Brittany, | |
| And graveyards with headstones for boys | |
| Who died in the 2nd World War. | |
| My affairs are in order, my children are grandparents, | |
| My work stands here and abroad - | |
| From houses to rowboats, headstones to lithographs, | |
| Libraries, watercolors and oils. | |
| Oh, there've been disapointments, but mostly I'm sure, | |
| I wouldn't change a thing for this world. | |
| I open my arms. My body will close. | |
| And I go into the dream - the dream that never ends. |
| zuo qu : Kimball | |
| For years I' ve been ready to let go of this life | |
| My friends, my wife already gone. | |
| I was an old man then, now I' m senior to the octogenarians. | |
| I was born in the year 1899, each July I' m one year ahead. | |
| From Ipswich to Oberlin, Salisbury, Rome, | |
| The people I loved have all gone. | |
| " Just remember we love you," they say by my bed. | |
| " We' re here and we' re holding your hands. | |
| Just remember we love you, and this will always be. | |
| You' re going to join Nonna, our mother, | |
| You' re beloved, Josephine Jewel." | |
| I loved her in Manhattan. I loved her in Rome. | |
| I took her to Maine by the sea. | |
| I whistled and painted, and walked with her there. | |
| And she sang the high parts for me. | |
| So take this weight off my chest. | |
| Take this ache from my heart. | |
| Take this breath from my lungs. | |
| Let me slip away forever, let me be what we become. | |
| And they' ll sing for me, the men from school, | |
| A silver dollar tune. | |
| I' ll fly over the villas of Florence and Brittany, | |
| And graveyards with headstones for boys | |
| Who died in the 2nd World War. | |
| My affairs are in order, my children are grandparents, | |
| My work stands here and abroad | |
| From houses to rowboats, headstones to lithographs, | |
| Libraries, watercolors and oils. | |
| Oh, there' ve been disapointments, but mostly I' m sure, | |
| I wouldn' t change a thing for this world. | |
| I open my arms. My body will close. | |
| And I go into the dream the dream that never ends. |
| zuò qǔ : Kimball | |
| For years I' ve been ready to let go of this life | |
| My friends, my wife already gone. | |
| I was an old man then, now I' m senior to the octogenarians. | |
| I was born in the year 1899, each July I' m one year ahead. | |
| From Ipswich to Oberlin, Salisbury, Rome, | |
| The people I loved have all gone. | |
| " Just remember we love you," they say by my bed. | |
| " We' re here and we' re holding your hands. | |
| Just remember we love you, and this will always be. | |
| You' re going to join Nonna, our mother, | |
| You' re beloved, Josephine Jewel." | |
| I loved her in Manhattan. I loved her in Rome. | |
| I took her to Maine by the sea. | |
| I whistled and painted, and walked with her there. | |
| And she sang the high parts for me. | |
| So take this weight off my chest. | |
| Take this ache from my heart. | |
| Take this breath from my lungs. | |
| Let me slip away forever, let me be what we become. | |
| And they' ll sing for me, the men from school, | |
| A silver dollar tune. | |
| I' ll fly over the villas of Florence and Brittany, | |
| And graveyards with headstones for boys | |
| Who died in the 2nd World War. | |
| My affairs are in order, my children are grandparents, | |
| My work stands here and abroad | |
| From houses to rowboats, headstones to lithographs, | |
| Libraries, watercolors and oils. | |
| Oh, there' ve been disapointments, but mostly I' m sure, | |
| I wouldn' t change a thing for this world. | |
| I open my arms. My body will close. | |
| And I go into the dream the dream that never ends. |