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  1. Honeymoon in Baghdad

From the album You Are Acres

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Honeymoon in Baghdad
© 2011 Wolff Bowden

When I shipped from Aberdeen you sent a pack of seeds
I grew them in a soup tin
I watched the leaves rise up and drink the desert sun
We had just been married

Take the figures from the cake
The stories that we shaped from other people’s laughter
Throw these letters on the snow cause soon I will be home
And I will hold you tighter

When your father walked you down his tears fell on your gown
But you kept right on smiling
Then he tried to make a joke but no one laughed at all
Our Honeymoon in Baghdad

Take the figures from the cake
Our mothers in the rain holding one umbrella
Throw these letters on the snow cause soon I will be home
And I will hold you tighter

And when I bent to kiss my bride my lips were trembling like a fire
And little wings inside my skin were tied to bricks but still were flapping

I had to shoot a lad who ran at me so fast
And in his hand a bible
When I got back to my tent I saw the seeds you sent
Blooming into heather

Take the figures from the cake
The drawings that we made of children at the harbor
Throw these letters on the snow cause soon I will be home
And I will hold you tighter