Abigail
 作曲 : Paolo Nutini
I don’t have much luck these days
With far too much time
Lost a lot of my rhythm
In this bubble of mine
I would sure like to help you
I will give you my word
Then I’ll fly away brother
Float away like a bird
You don’t get much dignity
You don’t get much sense of pride
When your mind gets too narrow
And your nose gets too wide
I breathe and I’m trying
In my cauldron tonight
Though a part of me’s dying
There’s a part come alive
Cause I had a dream last night
That you were beside me
Two kids in the garden
And your love behind me
Though today may taste bitter
Maybe tomorrow is gold
Lord I want to get happy
Before I get old
So I took out some paper
And I dug out a pen
Poured myself out some water
And I rinsed out the gin
I spoke of my dream that night
In the greatest detail
Of my beautiful children
And my sweet Abigail
But before she can find me
Before I can let her in
Before no sweet happy ending
Let the battle begin
Let the trumpets blow Valhalla
Let the soldier arise
And Lord let Abigail catch me
When I fall from the skies
Cause I had a dream last night
That you were beside me
Two kids in the garden
And all this behind me
Though today may taste bitter
Maybe tomorrow is gold
Lord I want to get happy
Before I get old