Now he's brought down the rain
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and the indian summer is through
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In the morning you'll be following your trail again
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Fair play to you
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You ain't calling me to join you
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and I'm spoken for anyway
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But I will cry when ye go away
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I will cry when ye go away
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Your beauty is familiar
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and your voice is like a key
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That opens up my soul
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And torches up a fire inside of me
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Your coat is made of magic
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and around your table angels play
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And I will cry when ye go away
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I will cry when ye go away
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<Instrumental Break - River Road Reel>
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Somebody left us whisky
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and the night is very young
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I've got some to say and more to tell
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and the words will soon be spilling from my tongue
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I will rave and I will ramble
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I'll do everything but make you stay
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Then I will cry when ye go away
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I will cry when ye go away
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<Instrumental - River Road Reel>
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When ye go away...
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When ye go away.
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When ye go away
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| The Waterboys |
