| When I worked in the mill weavin' at a loom
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| I’d gaze absent minded at the roof
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| And half the time the shuttle oh tangle in the threads
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| And the warp get mixed with the woof, if I loved you
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| But somehow I can see
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| Just exactly how I’d be
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| If I loved you, time and again I would try to say
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| All I’d want you to know
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| If I loved you, words wouldn’t come in an easy way
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| Round in circles I’d go
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| Longing to tell you, but afraid and shy
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| I’d let my golden chances pass me by
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| Soon you’d leave me, off you would go in the mist of day
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| Never, never to know, how I loved you, if I loved you
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| Longing to tell you, but afraid and shy
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| I’d let my golden chances pass me by
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| Soon you’d leave me, off you would go in the mist of day
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| Never, never to know, how I loved you, if I loved you |