Lugh’s Garden

Please don’t say, “I love you,” any more,
I’ll go back to being lonely, like before,
I would rather have a life without,
Than one that you have filled with doubt,
So please don’t say, “I love you,” anymore.

Please don’t take my hand and hold it tight,
Not unless you plan on staying for the night,
You don’t know what I would do,
To have your face to wake up to,
So please don’t take my hand and hold it tight.

I’ve let myself live on with dreams of you,
Wishing you and I could live as one,
Once again you smile and say, “I love you,”
Then leave, and once again my life is done.

Please don’t say, “I love you,” anymore,
I don’t want to watch you walking through the door,
Even though I pray you’ll stay,
In the end you’ll walk away,
So please don’t say, “I love you,” anymore.

Find a pocket to put love in,
Don’t let it out during the day,
Never give it to another,
They’ll just throw it all away.
Hide your dreams behind your heartaches,
Make believe that they’re not there,
Tell the morning that you feel well,
Tell the night that you don’t care.
There’s no reason to feel sorry,
For the loves you didn’t win,
Just be glad if you’re still standing,
When the last results come in.
Still I need to say I love you,
Even though I know it’s wrong,
You can make believe I didn’t,
Write this silly little song.
I will keep my love within me,
You can look the other way,
There’s no need for you to tell me,
That you’ll never feel this way.

(Chorus)
Come down from your mountain, Micheline,
Come to where the ocean meets the land,
You can ride your horse along the wave line
I can write “I love you” in the sand.
You have made your home out in the forest,
I’ve found peace out on the rolling sea.
I’ll put down an anchor, and I’ll stay here,
Come down from your mountain, Micheline.

I met her by another ocean
Captivating sailors with her smile,
She served me drinks and conversation,
I sat down to listen for a while.

She shared the secrets of her childhood,
And her hopes and dreams for future years,
She poured out her story with my whiskey,
I drank down her life and all her tears.

Then she went to live up on the mountain,
I chased her love around Cape Horn,
I fought the winds of South Atlantic,
To the northern sea where I was born.

She rides the ridgeline north of Asheville,
Up where high pine shadows hide the sun,
I sail the ragged grey Atlantic,
Past the islands where the wild ponies run,

(Chorus)

I don’t think I ever thought I’d win her,
I just couldn’t help but chase the dream,
There are things a man might chase forever,
One of them’s a prize named Micheline

Now I watch the sun set on the mountains,
Far beyond the ship that carries me,
Out to where the Gulf Stream warms the waters,
Flowing ‘round my home out on the sea.

(Chorus)

(Some names just need to be set to music, Micheline is one of them)