Diana Krall

The fading scent of summertime
Arbutus trees and firs
The glistening of rain-soaked moss
Going to the dairy queen at dusk
Down narrow roads
In autumn light
The salt air and the sawmills
And the bars are full of songs and tears
To the passing of the tugboats
And people with their big ideas
I just get home and then I leave again
It's long ago and far away
Now we're skimming stones and
Exchanging rings
And scattering and sailing from departure bay
The house was bare of Christmas lights
It came down hard that year
Outside in our overcoats
Drinking down to the bitter end
Trying to make things right
Like my mother did
Last year we were laughing
We sang in church so beautifully