歌词
On slow days
Thoughts free to wander
Over to Westerly
And down past Ashokan
The reservoir
And Georgia waving
From the back of a car
And Sis holds your hand
She holds it so tightly
She digs in her fingernails
And later that night
She whispers a name
She says it aloud
For the last time
And cutting that milkweed
And bending down low
In her navy blue dress
Well, I'll never know
Which one I resemble the best
Oh Georgia
You have been missed
The light from the moon
It falls on the Hudson
And your mind is back
In 1907
The reservoir
And Georgia waving
From the back of a car
