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THE BALLAD FROM ARCADIA (by Silvio Vinci)
The gate still leans against the wall,
The paint has faded in the rain.
I used to think this town was small;
Today I walked it slow again.
Your name was scratched into the wood,
Beside a date I couldn’t read.
I stood where we had always stood,
And let the years catch up with me.
Oh, Arcadia, let me stay,
Till the evening turns to blue.
I’ve been carrying you for miles;
Now let me rest with you.
Now let me rest with you.
The orchard’s grown beyond the fence,
A branch is tapping at the door.
I hear the children down the lane,
Like we were running there once more.
The bus goes by at half past five,
I watch it disappear from view.
For once, I’m glad to stay behind,
With nothing left to hurry through.
Oh, Arcadia, let me stay,
Till the evening turns to blue.
I’ve been carrying you for miles;
Now let me rest with you.
Oh, Arcadia, let me stay,
Till the evening turns to blue.
I don’t need the years gone by,
Just a little time with you.
