Before I leave let me tell you why I'm going
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And try to speak in such a way that you won't be afraid of listening
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Too many words been spoke without no understanding
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And I'd hate to add another wound to the times we had good loving.
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But oh when I think of the tall pine trees growing
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The silver mists of snow all around me blowing.
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I'll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a'warming
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Perhaps I'll turn my head away to hide the tears a'falling.
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Some say I have dishonored you through foolishness and folly
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The question not in where that lies but if you're standing by me.
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I do not need to hear the words to know your truthful answer
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Your eyes that once were home to me now tell me I'm a stranger.
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But oh when I think of the tall pine trees growing
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The silver mists of snow all around me blowing.
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I'll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a'warming
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Perhaps I'll turn my head away to hide the tears a'falling.
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I'm bound to be a wanderer, I'll never take another
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I'll catch a merchant ship tonight and sail to foreign waters
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I'll judge no man for what he's done and no man will I bother
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And I hope to find some peace again and cleanse my soul of anger
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But oh when I think of the tall pine trees growing
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The silver mists of snow all around me blowing.
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I'll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a'warming
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Perhaps I'll turn my head away to hide the tears a'falling.
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TALL PINE TREES
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
