Abigail from Noren by Miwa Nagato-Apthorp

There are four long years of dreams I’m looking through
For the ones where I’ve seen you
That I’ve told nobody, just kept them with me
In the hope that they come true.

And your mother says I have a look of you
She can see you in my eyes
But I’m nothing like you, she’s just trying to find you
The great lost love of her life.

And of course you’d be the first to laugh
And the first to shed a tear
You had a lot to laugh for, even more to cry for
When you were here.

Cigarettes and stolen perfume
You were never one to think things through
We jumped in the Teviot, fully clothed
And we left a trail of water round the school.

I am running along that river again
I’m calling your name
But you can’t hear me, my voice is lost
To the current that carries you away.

Now my love you are like the dawn
You are the light laid out before
Sweet as a whisper, true as a song
That goes on and on and on.

Sweet as a whisper, true as a song
That goes on and on and on.

• Folk
• Hawick