I’ve come to tell you I’m going away

And your tears they can’t make me stay

Of an ill wind, Verlaine was wont to say

I’ve come to tell you I’m going away

You think of times gone by, and you cry

You blanche, you choke up now the time is nigh

 

I’m so sorry to say

I’m going away 

Forever and a day

Yes I loved you but anyway

 

I’ve come to tell you I’m going away

And your long sobs can’t make me stay

Of an ill wind, Verlaine was wont to say

I’ve come to tell you I’m going away

You think of happier days and you cry

You sob, you wail now that the time is nigh

 

I’m so sorry to say

I’m going away 

Forever and a day

You’ve done enough now hey

 

Don’t go Jacques Brel on me

Or Paolo Nutini.

Or quote me Jeff Buckley

I’m setting myself free

From the arc of Paul Simon

To the Art of Bad Timing

Our steps will always rhyme and

I’ll love you for all time and

That’s so long from Leonard Cohen, and Jimmy Webb

She didn’t know that I would really go though

I fit you better than your favorite sweater

That’s what Sister del Rey said.

Lorca spoke of el duende

But it comes back to Hemingway

“I feel as though everything was gone to hell in­side of me. 

I don't know, Marge. I don't know what to say.”

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I've Come to Tell You I'm Going Away