| Does he call you through the darkness from a thousand miles away
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| Through those sleepless nights of waiting 'til the night rolls into day
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| Does he tell you how his colours are fading into grey
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| When he’s too far in the distance, too long and far away
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| And when he comes home from the travelling can you see it in his eyes
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| How he’s burning from the heat of a thousand hidden fires
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| And does he take you in a moment 'til you know your spirit flies
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| And sing you through the moonlight 'til the sun is on the rise
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| Does he come to you in dreams that travel through the times
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| Bringing back the memories in melodies and rhymes
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| Can he do this for you, like I used to do
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| Can he do this for you, like I used to do
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| Does he bring you spices from the Orient for sweet fragrance in the night
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| And a jewel from darkest Africa to sparkle in the light
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| Perfumed waters from the islands to make your body smell so fine
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| From the sweet Frangipani and the flowering Columbine
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| Does he come to you in dreams that travel through the times
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| Bringing back the memories in melodies and rhymes
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| Can he do this for you, like I used to do
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| Can he do this for you, like I used to do
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| Does he come to you in dreams that travel through the times
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| Bringing back the memories in melodies and rhymes
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| Can he do this for you, like I used to do
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| Can he do this for you, like I used to do |