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In the spring of my life
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she came to me
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She brought sunshine
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where winter winds had blown
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Then I took her for my wife
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in the spring of my life
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And she brought me a joy
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I'd never known
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And the years they went by
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in the spring of my life
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And in summer she blessed
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me with a child
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Love continued to grow
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in the summer of my life
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And in every morning sun
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I saw her smile
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But in the autumn of my years
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I noticed the tears
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And I knew that our life
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was in the past
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Though I tried to pretend,
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I knew it was the end
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For the autumn of my life
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had come at last
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Now what, what do you say
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to a child of ten?
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How do you tell him
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his daddy's goin' away?
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Do I tell him that I reached
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the autumn of my life
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And that he'll understand
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some winter's day?
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Now a rose can't be found
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on a snow-covered ground
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And the sun cannot shine
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through cloudy skies
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But I'm richer, you see,
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for the years she gave to me
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And I'm content
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in the autumn of my life
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Autumn of my Life
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| Bobby Goldsboro |
