Oh, ill-fated love of mine
worn and aging
sinking years, sinking years
hoping to be kept in mind
for you
I would gladly waste my time
Oh, lord if I could run
swift-footed like a doe in fall
running on, running on
without regret or backward look
without mark
from the years you took
What love waits ahead for you
when you've been freed
from my clutching hands, clutching hands
grasping, groping furiously
for scraps of what our love had been
for sweetness I have failed to give
Catch me round the throat again
still my heart, my song, my feet, my hands
make me sweet and strong
like the one you wanted all along
a woman
with a victory song