Julie

Tuesday night with a drink in her hand
She sits and stares at the moon
The sound of the town
Heard from miles away
Those summer nights in june

Julie gets up to fall into bed
She's never seen this land so dead

Why would she
Or does she know
Whats coming
The stories of old at the Isle of Man

Father August is coming back home
From his year long trip or so we've been told
He tells us tales
For nights and days
Soon colder times will bloom

All the children are playing outside
While Julie stares at the evenings eyes

Why would she
Or does she know
Whats coming
The stories of old at the Isle of Man

Why would she
Or does she know
Whats coming
The stories of old at the Isle of Man



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