N’en parlon plus

I met her in the summer when the wheat was knee-high,

She had a voice like thunder, soft as a lullaby.

We carved our names in the sycamore tree,

Now the bark grew thick, and the wind don’t agree.

(Chorus)

N’en parlons plu the river roll on,

Some things are better when they’re gone.

I keep her face in a faded hue,

But what we were—n’en parlons plu

(Verse 2)

She danced in the dark with bare feet in the grass,

Told me the future don’t live in the past.

But I kept my heart in an old glass jar,

While she ran wild with a northern star.

(Chorus)

N’en parlons plu let the fire burn low,

Not every goodbye needs a show.

There’s an echo left in an empty pew—

But what we prayed—n’en parlons plu

(Bridge)

I still hear her laugh in the static rain,

In the creak of the porch and the whistle of a train.

Time don’t heal, it just teaches you

To carry your ghost and say: n’en parlons plu

(Verse 3)

Now the house leans east, and the clock won’t chime,

I play her tune in three-quarter time.

She’s just a shadow in the windowpane,

But I smile like a man who forgot her name.

(Final Chorus)

N’en parlons plu, let the silence win,

Not every loss needs a violin.

Some songs fade like the morning dew,

And what we had—n’en parlons plu