Yes she found her footsteps failing
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Falling falling from the sky
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Down from Bangor with her eagles
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Stepping out before her time
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She did cry and she did fly
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Round and round the swollen sky
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Lightning for those mountain sides
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And the miller never showed her
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A face that didn't know
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Then that concert sang a long way
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Here and there to Swansea Bay
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More and more the tides ran with it
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Murder Mary come and gone
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Folded arms and Christendom
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Shields and molten falcon heads
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And the miller never showed her
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A face that didn't know
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(Chorus)
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It's a long long time - to go
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Then came Xmas moving slowly
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Slowly crossing out the chimes
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Shutting out her father's women
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Broken women on her side
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Give her give her all she wants
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Safely with her alphabet
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On that morning she did leave
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And he never would have shown
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Her a face that didn't know
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The Soul Of Patrick Lee
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| John Cale |
