There’s a handwritten note ,
Pressed in the door, Of her screened in porch,
And I am sailing away, Recalling that day,
Miles from shore,
She was still wearing white and Robins egg blue,
Her grandmother’s dress,
But I left home early this year, How I wound up here,
Is anyone’s guess,
When the new sights grow old and I start to feel cold,
I’ll sail home again,
Goodbye Brielle,
Only whispers can tell,
Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well,
I’ll see you around,
Our dear ocean town,
The frozen days, We set a blaze,
Send me drifting away,
Like a butterfly, You floated by,
And now You're alone I wish I knew when,
I’ll be back again,
So until then I wish you well,
My dear Brielle,
Skipping over the sand,
And cobblestone paths, That wind through the trees,
Breathing the sweet Forest air makes the blue bird
aware,
That she could be free,
When the new sights grow old and I start to feel cold,
I’ll sail home again,
Goodbye Brielle,
Only whispers can tell,
Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well,
I’ll see you around,
Our dear ocean town,
The frozen days, We set a blaze,
Send me drifting away,
Like a butterfly, You floated by,
And now You're alone I wish I knew when,
I’ll be back again,
So until then I wish you well,
So until then I wish you well,
I love you, my darling, farewell...
My dear Brielle.
This isn't Owl City. It is by Adam Young, but Owl City and Sky Sailing are his projects. This is from the Sky Sailing project.