I married my wife on the day of the eclipse
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Our friends awarded her courage with gifts
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Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
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I look to my sorrowful wife
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Who is quietly tending her flowers
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Who is quietly tending her.....
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The water is high on the beckoning river
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I made her a promise I could not deliver
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And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
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Through me and my sorrowful wife
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Who is shifting the furniture around
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Who is shifting the furniture around
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Now we sit beneath the knotted Yew
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And the bluebells bob around our shoes
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The task of remembering the telltale clues
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Goes to my lovely, my sorrowful wife
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Who is counting the days on her fingers
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Who is counting the days on her.....
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Come on and help me babe
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Come on now
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Help me babe
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I was blind
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The grass here grows long and high
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Twists right up to the sky
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White clouds roll on by
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Come on now and help me babe
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I was blind
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I was a fool babe
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I was blind
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Come on now
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A loose wind last night blew down
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Black trees bent to the ground
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Their blossoms made such a sound
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That I could not hear myself think babe
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Come on now
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And help me babe
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Help me now
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I was blind
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I was a fool
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The Sorrowful Wife
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |