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Lyrics

Verse 1
Seasons come and seasons go … Space and time will ebb and flow
Stars mirrored on the rolling waves … Watching over the souls to be saved

Flowers scent upon the breeze … whisper to the sentinel trees
Morning mist that veils the sun … bows to the ground, the day’s begun

Chorus

Are you coming too, my Sylvia Beach … Yes i said, yes I will
We’re all here within Molly’s reach… we’re waiting here, yes, we’re waiting still
Are you coming too, my Sylvia Beach … Yes i said, yes I will
We’re not here to sell or preach … we play our music up on Beacon Hill