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Gordon Lawrie

The Ballad of Kirstie and Tommy

This has nothing to do with any book at all. Arguably, I suppose, it's a poem set to music.

I was supposed to be attending a wedding in June 2020, but of course it had to be postponed because the the coronavirus epidemic. The best I could manage instead was a song.

How in the world did it come to this?
It wasn't meant to be
Instead of a wedding sealed with a kiss
There's only you and me
The party's cancelled, the band's left town
The guests have all stayed at home
We're left to party with no one around
So we'll celebrate on our own

It might be June, but it's pouring with rain
These empty glasses should be filled with wine
We're standing on the platform, having missed the train,
Don't worry, it'll work out fine.


Standing outside of our house by the sea,
Wondering what we did wrong
But look at the stars, what will be will be
It'll all be right before long
And there's always tomorrow, as you've always said
For all the things we planned
We still have each other, and the kids are in bed
So come on now, take my hand

It might be June, but it's pouring with rain
These empty glasses should be filled with wine
We're standing on the platform, having missed the train,
Don't worry, it'll work out fine.

It might be June, but it's pouring with rain
These empty glasses should be filled with wine
We're standing on the platform, having missed the train,
Don't worry, it'll work out fine,
Don't worry, it'll work out fine.

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Don't be silly – of course I don't play it in B flat! But I do sing it in B flat, accompanied on the guitar in G, with a capo three frets up.

If you'd like the sheet music to try it yourself, just click on the image above. When I'm singing the song myself, I mess about with it quite a bit, so you can, too. But credit me as the writer, please.
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