Where Teardrops Fall Lyrics
Far away from it all,
There is a place you go
Where teardrops fall.
Far away and over the wall,
You are there in the flickering light
Where teardrops fall.
And played the fife lowly
You know the song in my heart
In the turning of twilight
In the shadows of moonlight
You can show me a new place to start
Strippin' away at it all,
Thinking of you when the sun comes up
Where teardrops fall.
In love and with kindness
We could hold up a toast if we meet
Bridge: To the cuttin' of fences
To sharpen the senses
That linger in the fireball heat.
And time is beginning to crawl,
I just might have to come see you
Where teardrops fall.
Far away, as in time, not necessarily in distance. Far away from the destruction, the initial loss, is where the writer is right now. He still hasn't gotten over it. Still grieving from something far off, long ago.
Often, when we set down to sleep, as the candlelight flickers out, the one we lost, who can never be replaced, is the last image in our consciousness. Every morning, that image is the first to greet him. The writer faces another day. He starts from scratch, with an empty cup. It takes everything he's got to get it filled.
He makes a decision to end his pain by going to see his lost love. The question for the listener is whether that person is deceased (so, he would be ending his own life to see her) or alive somewhere. I, for one, like to believe that it's the Girl from the North Country.
A beautifully melancholy song. Sort of reminds me of visiting my great grandmother in a nursing home as a boy. Not really because of the lyrics, but just that overall sense of ease mixed with sorrow... you're unhappy but you don't mind being unhappy. That's sort of the impression I get: a cofortable unhappiness.