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I watch the moonlight hit her window. |
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It weaves bright diamonds through her hair |
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But I have tarried in these shadows, |
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in hopes she will not see me here |
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I don't know what I've been thinking, |
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I should move on to other business |
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I've promised I would be strong, |
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and only watch her in the distance |
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I know the war claimed her young husband, |
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and so her life's been mighty rough |
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And she doesn't need more sorrow, |
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I have given her enough |
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So I will try to keep my mind off |
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my poor aching heart's insistence |
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She must learn to live without me, |
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so I'll just watch her in the distance |
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I recall the fight in Franklin, |
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a Yankee bullet laid me down |
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That night, I watched her in the graveyard |
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where they put me in the ground |
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That's when I heard the angels calling |
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and felt the pul of love's resistance |
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So the Good Lord let me linger |
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so I could watch her in the distance |
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If I wrapped cold arms around her, |
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if I gently spoke her name |
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She couldn't bare my haunted whisper, |
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and so there's nothing to be gained |
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Perhaps my time has come for leaving, |
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time to lay down all my defenses |
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and be content with having loved her |
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even in the distance |
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For I've been blessed for having loved her |
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even in the distance. |
