In Albany Love
In Albany loveTaps me on the shoulder
And when I whirl around
There you stand, laughing,
Your suitcase packed,
A map in your hand.
In Albany love
Arrives in the middle of spring,
Floating on feathered wings,
Lighter than the breeze
That rolls off the Hudson—
And we catch it just right.
In Albany love
Drops softly from trees
And blankets the city streets
We walk hour after hour,
In search of a neighborhood
We can both call home.
In Albany love
Allows us to review
The course of history
It took to find us here,
Where we build a little house
On a lot outside Loudonville.
In Albany love
Teaches us how kindness
Is really hope in disguise,
How patience gets a bad rap,
And how nothing in this world
Will ever be the same again.
