I came here when the flowers were a blooming and the sun shined every day
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And we chased butterflies among the flowers just to let 'em get away
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And we watched springtime turn to summertime and summer turn to fall
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We turned to each other through it all
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Now I'm waitin' for a train to come along
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Hidin' from a winter wind that chills me to the bone
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Beggin' of how things used to be before our love passed away
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Weren't the roses beautiful in May and weren't the roses beautiful in May
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[ banjo ]
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I often try to capture to remember all the colors summer wore
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And how the girl beside me made me see the things I've never seen before
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For as long as I have mem'ries I'll have mem'ries of the girl
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Cause it was kind of my song of the world
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Now I'm waitin' for a train to come along
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Thinkin' about the flowers again and sorry that they're gone
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But long ago the paddles fell and the wind blew them away
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Weren't the roses beautiful in May and weren't the roses beautiful in May
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Weren't The Roses Beautiful In May
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| Nat Stuckey |
