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I do not long for Lansdale
That joy of my youth gone pale
From what once I would cherish
From you I set sail
I have not longed for Lansdale

I gripped like a child to my homeland
As frightened as me, you withdrew your hand
Ah, miserie, ah, woe is me

Far better has my travel been
An adventurous youth unfettered
Habits, for aye, are changing
And young hearts ne'er breaking

I gripped like a child to my homeland
As frightened as me, you withdrew your hand
Ah, miserie, ah, woe is me

With the coming of spring
Your flowers will wither and fade
Your fields will not sing
And your guests all will be
unworthy enough to tend your glade

One day, if your rustic charms return
I may deign to list and learn
from a scorched earth and a scorched soul
of the joy you craft alone

I gripped like a child to my homeland
As frightened as me, you withdrew your hand
Ah, miserie
Ah woe is you, I rather think

O, Lansdale! O, Lansdale!
Your living eye has witnessed
A boy become a man
Whose passions staunch and true
Are not unseen to you
Whose flowing fount of joy does grief employ
To bring my words to you

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from Seven Songs for Seven Women, released August 1, 2015

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William Remmers New York, New York

William Remmers has been doing music since he was a prattling babe.

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