The autumn leaves were falling,
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On these old cathedral walls,
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There were candles in the darkness,
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Singing in the choir,
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And reading out the names,
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Of all the ones who've gone before,
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Well I could tell that you were thinking,
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About the meaning of it all; And you said to me "Who will open up my eyes,
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To the wonder, and the glory, and the stars in the sky?"
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And you said to me "For this road I'm travelling on,
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I need someone beside me forever, who? Who?"
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And I said "It's me, and I'm ready to go,
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Ready to show, that I'll never let you down,
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And I want you to know, that this power will grow,
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Every day, every beat of my heart,
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Forever, forever;" We went down to the river,
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And we found a small cafe,
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They say that over in the corner,
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Sat the writer Ernest Hemingway,
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And here he made his story of the lovers in the war,
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And through it all they stayed together,
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Till the rain had to fall; And you said to me "Who will be the one apart,
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Who will teach me, with conviction, all the ways of the heart?"
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And you said to me "On this journey of my life,
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I need someone to love me forever, who? Who?"
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And I said, listen "It's me, and I'm ready to go,
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Ready to show, that I'll never let you down,
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And I want you to know, that this power will grow,
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Every day, every beat of my heart,
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I love you, I love you;
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It's me, and I'll never let you down,
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And I want you to know, that this power will grow,
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Every day, every beat of my heart,
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Forever, I love you, forever."
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It's Me (And I'm Ready To Go)
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| Chris De Burgh |
