Lullaby for Tricia - Lead Sheet, Page 1 of 3: When it seems your only friend is the lonely whisper in the wind that comes in from the waves out on the ocean to move the thoughts around your mind till the faces, places, and the times all seem like faded films seen in slow-motion: Oh, Sister, welcome home. Oh, my Sister, welcome home.


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