| Oh the bitter winds are coming in
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| And I’m already missing the summer
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| Stockholm’s cold, but I’ve been told
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| I was born to endure this kind of weather
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| When it’s you I find like a ghost in my mind
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| I am defeated and I gladly wear the crown
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| I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
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| If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
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| No, I’m not asking much of you
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| Just sing, little darling, sing with me
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| Now so much I know that things just don’t grow
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| If you don’t bless them with your patience
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| And I’ve been there before, I held up the door
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| For every stranger with a promise
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| But I’m holding back that’s the strength that I lack
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| Every morning keeps returning to my window
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| And it brings me to you and I won’t just pass through
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| But I’m not asking for a storm
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| I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
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| If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
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| No, I’m not asking much of you
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| Just sing, little darling, sing with me
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| And yes, I might have lied to you
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| But you wouldn’t benefit from knowing the truth
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| I was frightened but I held fast
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| I need you now at long last
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| I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
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| If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
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| No, I’m not asking much of you
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| Just sing, little darling, sing with me
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| I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
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| If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
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| No, I’m not asking much of you
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| Just sing, little darling, sing with me
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| Just sing, little darling, sing with me |