Coney Island & Swedish Fields

The birds won't sing and your heart is free
I was locked up in a tower
Couldn't come to your show

This book will end in December
Before the day you were born

I always thought we'd make it
All the way to Coney Island,
New Orleans and Swedish Fields
I still believe we'll meet

When my arms are inked and my hair is long;
Meet me please
I'll travel through the seasons
Circulate and bleed

I'll pack my trunk with wisdom
So you can stand to see me
So I can be
Your honey

The birds won't sing and your heart is free
I was locked up in a tower couldn't come to your show



Credits
Writer(s): Maria Anna Therese Leck
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