| Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
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| Between the trees and cicadas singing round the pond
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| I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?
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| One grin and wink like the neon on the 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 sang our new-born 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 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 sang our new-born love to sleep
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| I dreamed I traveled and found you there
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| In the woods one Christmas Eve, waiting |