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Further from my widowed home, take the road that sets into the sun, |
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Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become, |
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Summer has not yet been here though my days are long, |
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Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung. |
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What of all those pretty tales, the ones that took me to this door? |
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Is it comfort in the siren's wail, the comfort upon this wooden floor? |
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Tell you, is it a failure to forget the ones you once held dear? |
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And I try to remember but my mind is no longer clear. |
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Ooooh Oh Ooh, You've recognized me, |
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(Ooooh oh ooh ooh ooh) I followed far, far from the trees, |
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(Ooooh oh ooh) The roots came up, up to my knees, |
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(Ooooh oh ooh ooh ooh) they twisted 'round, |
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I made no sound... No sound. |
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I wandered 'til my brittle bone had succumbed and pulled me to the stone, |
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Further from the towns you've known I'll remain from where I had begun, |
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Stumble before I start I was kicking all the stones as a child, |
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In the meadow when the storm came through and I burrowed straight back to you. |
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Ooooh Oh Ooh, You've recognized me, |
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(Ooooh Oh Ooh Ooh Ooh), I followed far, far from the trees, |
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(Ooooh Oh Ooh), The roots came up, up to my knees, |
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(Ooooh Oh Ooh Ooh Ooh), they twisted 'round, |
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I made no sound... No sound. |
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Would you ever doubt my love when my day is done? |
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I lay down my body within this earth I've won, |
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Would you try to follow the roads I had to walk? |
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There's a whisper in the willow, from there you'll hear me talk. |
