Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
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Between the trees and cicadas singing round the pond
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¡°I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?¡±
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One grin and wink like the neon on the liquor store
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We were sixteen, maybe less, maybe a little more
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I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell
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And though an autumn-time lullaby sang our new-born love to sleep
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My brother told me, he saw you there
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In the woods one Christmas Eve, waiting
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I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
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My son is married and tells me we don¡¯t talk enough
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Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you
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Beyond the ridge to the west, the sun had left the sky
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Between the trees and pond you put your hand in mine
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Said, ¡°Time has bridled us both but I remember you, too¡±
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And though an autumn-time lullaby sang our new-born love to sleep
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I dreamt I traveled and found you there
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In the woods one Christmas Eve, waiting
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Sixteen Maybe Less
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| Iron & Wine |
