“Washington Island” by Jeff Talmadge: Chords and Lyrics Followers of this blog know that I want my blog to focus on interviews, reviews, presentation of some of my own original work, and lyrics of songs you can’t find elsewhere. Asics Aoldes buy albion gold For a good while, Jeff Talmadge has been one of my favorite Americana poets and folksingers.
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G A D Verse 2 A And what is the last face You see before sleeping What is the last dream, You dream before you wake What were the last words Of the last conversation What is the last chance Of the chances you take Verse 2B When was the last time You felt something moving Heavy and flowing Like the changing tide The last thing I thought of Was the first thing I wanted And I’m headed for home now, But the water is wide. air max cheap albion gold Verse 3A If you take the last ferry From Washington Island Don’t miss how the gold leaves Carpet the ground And if it’s the last moon Of the Indian Summer Don’t miss how the waves make A whispering sound.