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sick in bed in Mississippi
in timber and two
cradled and cradling
a silver locker
lady lay
lady day
won’t you come again
I’ve been on the sea with a million
accents and sunburn
between the beams
crossing myself
crossing the mast and trying
oh lord
trying to soothe my mind
or I know it’s just Tennessee
in two at three
cradling my own arms
to believe lady day
will come again but without a light
I give up on coming home again

the night is a little slick
like a dark winged bird
so I cradle it close
to my open breast

can you believe
lady day
I don’t think I’ll see your eyes
once more
whether it’s on the beach
or the snowy forests
I don’t think I’ll see your eyes
once more
look into mine

in Mississippi two
I think I’m doing well
but is that my heart failing
or just
sailing for care
angel hair angel care

I’ve been recording a song for you
now please won’t you stay
lady day

the man in stripes is a little
little drunk pulling his
own strings
asks me to watch his suitcase
and I nod
don’t speak
I gave half of everything to you
and not sure what to do with the
rest
would you like my voice as well
lady
lady love