| While travelling northwards
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| On a back country lane
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| I came on the village
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| Where first I grew
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| And stopped to climb up
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| The hill once again
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| Looking down from the tracks
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| To the grey slate roofs
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| I watched the village moving
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| As the day went slowly by
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| In the field we lay here
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| Lovers' footsteps went by
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| In the fields we lay here
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| My very first love and I
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| Under timeless arcadian skies
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| Under timeless arcadian skies
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| The old canal lies
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| Sleeping under the sky
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| The barges are gone to a lost decade
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| On overgrown banks here
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| Lovers' footsteps went by
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| Long before ever the roads were made
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| And in our turn we passed here
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| And carved our names on trees
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| As the days washed by like
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| Waves of an endless sea
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| Under timeless arcadian skies
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| Under timeless arcadian skies
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| Time runs through your fingers
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| You never hold till its gone
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| Some fragments just linger with you
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| Like snow in the spring hanging on
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| I left the village behind in the night
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| To fade like a sail in the darkening seas
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| The shifts and changes in the patterns of life
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| Will weather it more that the centuries
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| And in another village in a far off foreign land
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| The new day breaks out opening up its hand
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| And the sun has the moon in his eyes
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| As he wanders the timeless skies |