Mrs. Hemingway-Mary Chapin Carpenter

[ti:Mrs Hemingway] [ar:Mary Chapin Carpenter] [al:The Age Of Miracles] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Mrs. Hemingway - Mary Chapin Carpenter [00:28.39]We packed up our books and our dishes [00:33.16] [00:34.69]Our dreams and your worsted wool suits [00:39.20] [00:41.08]We sailed on the 8th of December [00:45.30] [00:47.78]Farewell old Hudson River [00:51.78]Here comes the sea [00:55.13] [00:56.92]And love was as new [00:59.08] [00:59.83]And as bright and as true [01:02.48] [01:03.21]When I loved you and you loved me [01:07.76] [01:12.98]Two steamer trunks in the carriage [01:17.51] [01:18.70]Safe arrival we cabled back home [01:23.99] [01:25.02]It was just a few days before Christmas [01:30.71] [01:31.48]We filled our stockings with wishes [01:35.88]And walked for hours [01:38.96] [01:39.78]Arm and arm through the rain [01:43.63]To the glassed-in cafe [01:45.66] [01:47.25]That held us like hot house flowers [01:51.37] [01:53.18]Living in Paris in attics and garrets [01:59.45]Where the coal merchants climb every stair [02:04.14] [02:05.55]The dance hall next door [02:08.13]Is filled with sailors and whores [02:11.20] [02:11.71]And the music floats up through the air [02:16.11] [02:18.04]There's Sancerre and oysters [02:20.88] [02:21.61]Cathedrals and cloisters [02:24.32]And time with its unerring aim [02:28.55] [02:30.71]For now we can say we were lucky most days [02:36.70]And throw a rose into the Seine [02:41.97] [02:46.67]Love is the greatest deceiver [02:51.49] [02:52.56]It hollows you out like a drum [02:56.95] [02:58.83]And suddenly nothing is certain [03:04.36] [03:05.20]As if all the clouds closed the curtains [03:10.01]And blocked the sun [03:12.74] [03:14.33]And friends now are strangers [03:17.55]In this city of dangers [03:20.74]As cold and as cruel as they come [03:25.92] [03:55.63]Sometimes I look at old pictures [04:00.07] [04:01.62]And smile at how happy we were [04:06.43] [04:07.97]How easy it was to be hungry [04:12.59] [04:14.54]It wasn't for fame or for money [04:18.77]It was for love [04:21.86] [04:23.21]Now my copper hair's grey [04:26.50]As the stone on the quay [04:29.22] [04:29.83]In the city where magic was [04:34.88] [04:36.35]Living in Paris in attics and garrets [04:41.77] [04:42.39]Where the coal merchants climb every stair [04:47.54] [04:49.10]The dance hall next door [04:51.47]Is filled with sailors and whores [04:55.06]And the music floats up through the air [05:00.05] [05:01.66]There's Sancerre and oysters [05:04.90]And Notre Dame's cloisters [05:07.91]And time with its unerring aim [05:12.40] [05:14.57]And now we can say [05:16.39] [05:17.31]We were lucky most days [05:20.29]And throw a rose into the Seine [05:25.44] [05:26.95]And now I can say [05:29.32] [05:29.84]I was lucky most days [05:32.89] [05:33.44]And throw a rose into the Seine