From the recording Snowed In
Lyrics
Wait For Me<br />
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Christmas mornings long ago, I would wake up first<br />
See the others sleeping still in the barely dawning light<br />
I’d quietly get up and try to tiptoe down the stairs<br />
To see what Santa brought us that magical night<br />
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And then I’d hear a little voice, calling to me there<br />
Standing in her nightgown on the very top stair<br />
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She said,Wait for me, I wanna come too<br />
Wait for me, I want be with you<br />
I stopped in my tracks, turned and grabbed her hand<br />
When she said wait for me, I would wait for you<br />
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Years goes by, I’m twenty-five and coming home for the holidays<br />
A suitcase full of presents on the earliest flight<br />
My youngest sister runs to greet me, hugging her hello<br />
We rush home and she asks if she can sleep in my room tonight<br />
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And when the week is over and I’m flying back to work<br />
I see her teary wave goodbye, and hear her from the curb<br />
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Saying: Wait for me, I wanna come too<br />
Wait for me, I want be with you<br />
And I turned and looked back, <br />
Thinking someday she’ll understand<br />
But I wonder if I really want her to<br />
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Can it be I’m thirty three and raising my own family<br />
College plans and a brand new man have swept my sister away<br />
I want to tell her everything, to warn her, help her find her way,<br />
But she’s dressed for a party and I can’t ask her to stay<br />
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As she leaves, I watch her go and think of years gone by<br />
I wonder how they disappeared and try to keep the tears inside<br />
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Thinking, wait for me, I wanna come too<br />
Wait for me, I want be with you<br />
Then she turns and smiles, saying Mare don’t wait, <br />
I got a feeling it’ll be too late<br />
And I wonder if it already is<br />
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It was only nine when she came in, a glamour girl with an silly grin, <br />
I said, “You’re home early, did it go alright?” <br />
“It was fun,” she said, “but it’s your last night <br />
And I was hoping for some good advice. . .” <br />
She didn’t need to ask me twice<br />
We made a pot of tea and settled in. . . <br />
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It was almost one when we slipped upstairs, <br />
I can swear the ghosts were lingering there<br />
Whispering, “wait for me I would wait for you . . . “<br />
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