Came to the cold just to see you
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Standing there in expectation
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Pulling coat and blue eyes staring
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Oh, this vision does me good.
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In the city we don't know yet
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Across the bridges not yet burned
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Where the ice won't let us further
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Wind our way down through the woods.
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Take me to the attic ladder
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In the barn with broken floors
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With your boots of spanish leather
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And my hat knit out of yarn
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And my hat knit out of yarn.
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You are in the seat beside me
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You are in my dreams at night
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You are in grandmother's wisdom
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You are in grandfather's charm.
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Show me your trees in the orchard
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With the music on their branches
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Keep them from the mouths of creatures
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Who intend for them no good.
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Take me out past the wind break
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Speak the thing you could not utter,
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When we'll howl and moon will cower
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At the magic of the word.
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Oh, oh.
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Darling this is when I met you.
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For the third time not the last
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Not the last time we are learning
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Who we are and what we were.
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You are in the seat beside me
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You are in my dreams at night
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You are in grandmother's wisdom
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You are in grandfather's charm.
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Josh McBride
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| The Head And The Heart |
