When rainy nights are soft with tears,
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And Autumn leaves are falling,
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I hear his voice on tumbling waves
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And no one there to hold me.
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At evening's fall he watched me walk.
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His heart was mine.
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But my love was young, and felt
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The world was not cruel, but kind.
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Where Lagan's light fell on the hour,
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I saw him far below me--
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Just as the morning calmed the storm--
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With no one there to hold him.
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My loves have come, my loves have gone,
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And nothing's left to warn me,
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Save for a voice on the traveling wind,
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And a glimpse of a face at morning.
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My Lagan Love
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| Kate Bush |
