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She was there, sitting on the stairs |
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Waiting for her groom |
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In the fields of summer |
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As he came, whispering her name |
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She was whisteling a tune |
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In the fields of summer |
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She said "I love you more than ever" |
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As they layed down in the flowers |
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He said "I do" while he was holding her tight |
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In the fields of summer that night |
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Every night, laying by his side |
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In his arms she cried |
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In the fields of summer |
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Then the day came he had to say |
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"I have to go away |
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From our fields of summer" |
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He said: "My brothers will be going to war |
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And I will follow" |
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He said: "I'll be back, don't you cry anymore, |
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I'll be back before the winter has come" |
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When the battle was raging |
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He was shot down on the floor |
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They were trying to save him |
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But the fire caught them all |
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And the letter he had written to her |
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Was burning before his eyes |
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It said: "I'll be back on september the third |
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And I'll see you in the fields of summer that night" |
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Winter came, birds had flown away |
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She was dreaming every day |
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Of the fields of summer |
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And the snow was covering the road |
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Whitening the field |
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That were green in summer |
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She said: "I know he'll be returning" |
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As she was putting on her make up |
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She said: "Today I'll be together with him" |
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She went out in the snow |
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And noone ever saw her again |
