| I dreamed of you in white dress and garlands
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| golden to give you away
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| With Riesling and huckleberries gracing the table
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| Teaching the children to laugh and to pray
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| I grieved for you in the hills of Sienna
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| I called out your name to the great North Sea
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| I reached for your hand in a snowfield near Gardner
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| My longing for you always brought me to me
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| Oh, sweet longing
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| I drink from a cup that will never be filled
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| Oh, sweet longing
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| I long for you now and I always will
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| Always will
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| From the foot of a redwood I looked up in wonder
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| From the side of a canyon in fresh fallen snow
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| On the bank of a mountain stream I heard you calling
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| I know I must follow wherever you go
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| Oh, sweet longing
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| I drink from a cup that will never be filled
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| Oh, sweet longing
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| I long for you now and I always will
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| Always will
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| I live in the hope you stir up inside me
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| Filling my heart and filling my eyes
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| Like a river love flows to the valley below me
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| I stand on a mountain and hear my own cry
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| I believe in old souls, I believe in forever
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| I believe that this moment is all we can see
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| I believe in the one who calls lovers forward
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| My longing for love always brings me to me
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| Oh, sweet longing
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| I drink from a cup that will never be filled
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| Oh, sweet longing
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| I long for you now and I always will, always will |