| The fading scent of summertime
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| Arbutus trees and Firs
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| The glistening of rain-soaked moss
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| Going to the Dairy Queen at dusk
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| Down narrow roads
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| In autumn light
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| The salt air and the sawmills
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| And the bars are full of songs and tears
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| To the passing of the tugboats
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| And people with their big ideas
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| I just get home
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| And then I leave again
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| It’s long ago and far away
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| Now we’re skimming stones
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| And exchanging rings
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| There’s scattering and sailing from departure bay
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| The house was bare of Christmas lights
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| It came down hard that year
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| Outside in our overcoats
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| Drinking down to the bitter end
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| Trying to make things right
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| Like my mother did
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| Last year we were laughing
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| We sang in church so beautifully
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| Now her perfume’s on the bathroom counter
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| And I’m sitting in the back pew crying
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| I just get home
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| And then I leave again
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| It’s long ago and far away
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| Now we’re skimming stones
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| And exchanging rings
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| There’s scattering and sailing from departure bay
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| A song plays on the gramophone
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| And thoughts turn back to life
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| We took the long way to get back
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| Like driving over the Malahat
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| Now a seaplane drones
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| And time has flown
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| I won’t miss all the glamour
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| While my heart is beating and the lilacs bloom
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| But who knew when I started
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| That I’d find a love and bring him home
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| Just get me there
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| And one day we’ll stay
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| A long time off and far away
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| Now we’re skimming stones
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| And exchanging rings
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| We’re scattering and diving in departure bay |