Lyrics   © Dan Edelstein

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Walking by the swollen streams
Whose reflections scatter dreams
Into winter’s air.
Looking deeply, I can see
Soft reflections, one is me,
And I linger there

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The people and the places,
The games and all the races,
Are shadows going by.
 
Oh, Guardian Angel,
Oh, Sweet Makaria,
The road is long and beautiful and strange,
Come to me now,
Oh, sweet Makaria,
Fold me in your arms, and let me sleep.

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I survived a distant war
Found the one I’d been waiting for,
Raised a family.
Unseen hands dealt the cards I hold,
Filled an inside straight, now I grow old,
Life’s been kind to me.

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The people and the places,
The tears and weathered faces,
Are shadows going by.

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Oh, Guardian Angel,
Oh, Sweet Makaria,
The road is long, I feel like coming home,
Come to me now,
Oh, sweet Makaria,
Fold me in your arms, and let me sleep.

*note:  Makaria (or Macaria) is the Greek goddess of “peaceful, blessed death”