(Mark Erelli)
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There are seven sisters weeping
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Down by the old oxbow
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As the coffee colored river
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Swells with melting snow
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Soon a bittersweet new season
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Will turn the gray to green again
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And I'll have to find a way
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To say goodbye to you, my friend
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CHORUS
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I'm gonna miss you this I know
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Though I'll be just another memory when I go
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Will you forgive me all my sins
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And gather me back in
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Like the prodigal son no more to roam
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Will you let me once again call you home
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The sky is open like a chalice
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All along the river road
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Where the patchwork field tobacco barns
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Shiver in the cold
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I could drink it in for hours
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And never take my fill
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I tell myself that I'll forget
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But I know I never will
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(CHORUS)
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The wild birds take their passage
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Across the vernal sky
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Like an arrow loosed from God's own bow
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So swift and true they fly
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Lord, draw me from your quiver
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Take away my tears
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Shoot me o'er the seven sisters
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Somewhere far away from here
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Call You Home
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| Mark Erelli |
