“I’d Rather Be” | 1st Place
Abbie Gardner
Stony Point, New York
I’d rather be some nameless fisherman
Lost on the cold dark sea
Than waste my time waiting for love
From a man who’s grown tired of me
I’d rather ride, that lonesome railroad
Steam and coal dust in my eyes
Than feel my bed gettin’ colder
Than the snow falling on the pines
Like a tree grown too close to the ocean
I have watched love wither away
And the wind will dry my tears as I go
I won’t think of you someday
So let me be just a beggar
With nothing left to lose
I won’t hold tight to a memory
And a man who won’t ever be true
Like a tree grown too close to the ocean
I have watched love wither away
And the wind will dry my tears as I go
I won’t think of you someday
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