My love stands before the open window
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Staring so far away
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He can almost feel the southern wind blow
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Almost touching my restless days
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He turns from the window to me
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Sad smile his apology
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Sad eyes reaching for the door
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Daylight loses to another evening
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And still he spares me the word goodbye
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He sits alone beside me fighting his feelings
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He struggles to speak but in the end I only cry
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Suddenly it's so hard to find
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The words that would help me speak my troubled mind
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He?? offering these to me as if to be kind:
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There is a train everyday leaving either way
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There is a train everyday leaving either way
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There is a world, you know
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And there is a way to go
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And we'll soon be gone, it's just as well
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This is my opening farewell
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A child's drawing is on the table
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A woman's silk lying on the floor
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And he would keep me here if I were able
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And lock us safe behind this open door
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But suddenly it's so clear to me
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I've asked him to see what he may never see
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Now his kind words find their way back to me
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There is a train everyday leaving either way
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There is a world, you know
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And there is a way to go
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And we'll soon be gone, it's just as well
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This is my opening farewell
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My Opening Farewell
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| Alison Krauss |
