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A dark wind, come from the fey. |
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Blew under her skirt, and took her away. |
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And now that she's gone, the land seems to change. |
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Lights on the hills, have never looked so strange. |
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I pass by these houses, all out of the way. |
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A lot of my friends came from here, but none of them still live here today. |
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As I walk alone through the ghost fields that remain down the barren roads i recall your ways |
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She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand. |
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I try to explain, but |
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I'm not an eloquent man. |
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She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand. |
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I try to explain, but |
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I'm not an eloquent man. |
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Do you understand? |
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This girl, this boy, |
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They were part of the land. |
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What happens to the places we used to tend? |
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She's a hard one to trust, |
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And he's a roving ghost. |
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Will you come back, will you come back, |
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Or leave me alone? |
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Sons, sons, |
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Full of anger & steam, |
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Will you find what you were searching for, |
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Or did you bury the dream? |
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Daughters, daughters, |
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Return to the fold. |
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Will you come back, will you come back, |
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Now your children are grown? |
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She's alive, she's alive, |
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A stone floating upstream |
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He was the pale rider on a dark horse in a coal black dream... |