You always were a city kid
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Though you were country raised
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And back in some forgotten time
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We shared the cold north days
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But the simple life was not your style,
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And you just had to escape
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So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands
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On Remembrance Day the bands all played,
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The bells pealed through the park
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And you lay there by the "Do Not" signs,
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And shamed them with your spark
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Now winter moans in old men's bones
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As the day falls into dark
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And it's goodbye to my lady of the islands
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It was just like this
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Behind the kisses you so soon swept away
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Oh I always knew
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That some day you'd
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Be bound to just get pulled away
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The summer sun beats on and on,
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The shops swim in the heat
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And you're standing by the traffic signs
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With taxis at your feet
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Oh I know that in your city skin
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You're feeling more complete
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So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands
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No I never got the letters
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That you said you'd send me
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So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands
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Sand In Your Shoes
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| Al Stewart |
