Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
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Between the trees and cicadas singing around the pond
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"I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"
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One grinning wink like the neon on a liquor store
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We were sixteen, maybe less, maybe a little more
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I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell
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And though an autumn time lullaby
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Sang our newborn love to sleep
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My brother told me he saw you there
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In the woods one Christmas Eve, waiting
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I met my wife at a party, when I drank too much
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My son is married and tells me we don't talk enough
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Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you
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Beyond the ridge to the west, the sun had left the sky
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Between the trees and the pond, you put your hand in mine
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Said, "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you too"
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And though an autumn time lullaby
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Sang our newborn love to sleep
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I dreamt I traveled and found you there
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In the woods one Christmas Eve, waiting
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Sixteen, Maybe Less
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Iron & Wine |