(John Stewart)
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I thought I'd spend a week or two where we went last year. The little cottage and the lake that we held so dear.
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But the trees all seemed much greener, much greener than this year. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here.
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And the stars all lost their glitter. They were so full of cheer. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here.
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Even the old caretaker who brought us from the train says this year just hasn't, it hasn't been the same.
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And the winds across the meadow seem to hide a tear. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here.
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[Hum line about caretaker:]
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It hasn't been the same.
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[Repeat last line]
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When My Love Was Here
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| The Kingston Trio |
