One warm summer night
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He rode into sight
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On a wild mare that was so perfectly white
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I'd dreamed he'd return
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and I was right
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Wishes can come true when you wish with all your might...
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One look in his eyes
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I had realized
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His life was so simple he had no disguise
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He lived day to day, no promise he would stay
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But in these few words he stole my heart away
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He said:
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"My life's not to lead
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Through power or greed
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I am but a poor man
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when I'm cut I bleed
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A more humble man you never will meet
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And here is my heart for only you to keep..."
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In the shade of the willow tree
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My poor peasant promised to me
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No scholarly thoughts, he couldn't pay high costs
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And sometimes it feels like he's totally lost
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But he said this true and he said it loud
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"I promise you my heart with this solemn vow..."
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One warm summer night
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He rode out of sight
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On a wild mare that was so perfectly white
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I'd dreamed he'd return and I was right
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Wishes can come true when you wish with all your might...
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In the shade of the willow tree
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My poor peasant promised to me.
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In the shade of the willow tree
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My poor peasant promised to me.
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Peasant's Promise
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Blackmore's Night |