I told the brook that runs down through the valley
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A secret my best friend never knew
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The brook told the trees and the trees told the breeze
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That I was in love with you
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The trees told told the flowers hiding there by the hilltop
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The clouds told the moon that shone above
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So angry yet blue when they found out that you
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And your heart had another love
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The brook became angry and changed to a river
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Rushing so madly along
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The soft summer breeze that played tag with the trees
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Became so wild and so strong
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The bashful white flowers hiding there by the hilltop
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Grew dark when the rain came pouring down
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Their hearts couldn't hide all the tears that were cried
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And had carpeted on the ground
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The storm passed gone over there's sunshine again
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The chains that held me are now gone
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The trees wave hello as I stand here below
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And the brook sings the sweetest song
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The bashful white flowers are again by the hilltop
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The sun and the moon are still my friends
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I promise that there'll be no more heartaches for me
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Till I fall in love again
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I Told The Brook
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| Marion Worth |
