Words & Music by Don McLean
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No-one can take your place with me,
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And time has proven that I'm right.
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There's no place I'd rather be,
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Than at your place for the night.
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No time can pass your sight unseen.
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No moment steals away unfound.
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Lifetime lived in such a dream,
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Floats like a feather to the ground.
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(Chorus)
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And for the first time I've been seeing
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The things I'd never notice, without you.
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And for the first time I'm discovering
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The things I used to treasure, about you.
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The birds like leaves on Winterwood,
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Sing hopeful songs on dismal days.
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They've learned to live life as they should.
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They are at peace with natures ways.
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You are as natural as the night,
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And all that springs from you is good.
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And the children born beneath your light,
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Are like the birds on Winterwood.
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(Chorus)
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Winterwood
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| Don McLean |
