Say what you will, I will miss you my friends
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Let me move along for the road never ends
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Vowing to live till the end of all time
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All the way to the ends of the earth because I'm
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Waiting for you to say you will be mine
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Many long days, many long years
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Many wrong plays, many wrong fears
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I could be tossed in the arms of the sea
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I could be caught between decks eternally
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Waiting for you to ask what's keeping me
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What would we do at the end of the day
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When the hours are asleep and the time slips away
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Children are all that the earth has to show
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Children are all that the earth wants to know
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Up here in the northland, up here in the snow
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Up in the wilderness, land of our birth
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Land of our toil, land of our worth
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I could stay healthy and wealthy and wise
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For I love the snow other snowbirds criticize
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Tell that to a wife and you'll get a surprise
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The skies of North America are covered in stars
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Over factories and farms, over hamlets and bars
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The breeze of North America is breathless at night
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Out there in the distance some souls are in flight
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Some soft-hearted lovers whose goals are in sight
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Here in my on-again, off-again style
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Here in my on-again, off-again smile
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Here in my off-again, on-again grin
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Here in my off-again, on-again skin
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Waiting for you to say let us begin
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Waiting For You
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Gordon Lightfoot |