Weaving Lyrics

the sea is so empty
october, the tourists have gone
the street is
a windy town
i can't help but think of you far away weaving
all alone
are you sleeping alone tonight

streetcars and boston trains heading for new york and maine
the maples are turning now
the sweet of a midwinters rain caught you weaving
all alone
are you dreaming of a christmas snow

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