| Fiddle tunes call the band
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| A simple melancholy melody
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| A new day mist
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| A soft pacific breeze
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| Now it’s all coming back to me
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| About a stranger and it’s real inside
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| Sometimes nowhere ain’t make believe
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| Orchard girls know only of spring
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| My love is what this autumn brings
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| No in house rules just an old tin can
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| And a ladder made of stars to eden’s dream
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| Like the silver ruse of a tree that sings
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| A thing so rare as not to know it’s name
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| About a stranger and it’s real inside
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| Sometimes nowhere ain’t make believe
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| Orchard girls know only of spring
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| My love is what this autumn brings
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| I have found you lost among the willows
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| You have held me crying in your arms
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| I never could and now I can’t leave well enough alone
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| What’s a Saturday boy to do with Sunday
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| Here I am I’ve been gone away too long
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| Trying to find some time between tomorrow
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| How much is gone?
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| About a stranger and it’s real inside
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| Sometimes nowhere ain’t make believe
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| Orchard girls know only of spring
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| My love is what this autumn brings |