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Golden light shines silver on the water |
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You sit and sip your shandies by the harbour |
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In the twilight night birds cry |
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And time sails slowly by |
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As bobbing boats like floating candles gleam |
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What a merry crew you are |
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You, the brothers and the lovers |
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You, who touched the tide |
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Who watched the waves collide |
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Who talk in warm embrace and cosy dream |
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The perfect summer's day is early come |
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Where sunshine's daffodils have been and gone |
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If the city lights can't find you |
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And you can leave all that behind you |
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From a sea of groaning grasses |
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The dandelion poke their smiling faces |
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Oh you sigh sun weary |
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Blood content in theory |
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As the last light fades a world of blue to grey |
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But still cold thoughts of city lurk behind |
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Though you boxed them they creep forward in your mind |
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Far away in that urban home |
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Life stores on your answer phone |
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Such distances are only time away |
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The perfect summers day is early come |
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Where sunshine's daffodils have been and gone |
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If the city lights can't find you |
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And you can leave all that behind you |
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Then the perfect summers day is early come |
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Where sunshine's daffodils have been and gone |
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If the city lights can't find you |
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You can leave all that behind you |