Angela McCluskey – I’m Not The Girl

I can hear the sound like the rolling sea.
A whisper in the air, it will not let me be.
I’m ready now to listen, I’m ready to believe.

Summer wind whirling through the trees.
A haze of heartache settled over me.
I’m not the girl that you ask me to be.
But here I am holding on to my love, my love.

I can feel the sun waking through the leaves.
I see the moon abroad waiting quietly.
And, and now I’m bound to nothing, ready to be free.

Summer wind whirling through the trees.
A haze of heartache settled over me.
I’m not the girl that you ask me to be.
But here I am holding on to my love, my love.

Summer wind whirling through the trees.
A haze of heartache settled over me.
I’m not the girl that you ask me to be.
But here I am holding on to my love, my love.

-Angela McCluskey

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