| Lie awake in the morning light
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| I couldn’t sleep through the easy night
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| It’s hard to rest from a worried mind
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| Imagining what I’d like to find
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| Your voice is ringing in my ears
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| I haven’t heard for three long years
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| ‘cause you flew on down to Chapel Hill
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| Now I hear your call
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| Through the whippoorwill
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| Could it be you trying to say to me?
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| You’re still with me baby, I’m still here
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| Had to fly but don’t wonder why
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| ‘cause all things due to you, they
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| They come in time
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| We used to sing those Broadway tunes
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| And Carole King, and Johnny and June
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| We would stoke a little fire and curl on up, baby
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| Just the two of us
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| Now I don’t know why I turned away
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| ‘cause now I look back to the good ol' days
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| But a part of you is with me still
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| ‘cause I hear your call
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| Through the whippoorwill
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| And other birds might flock to me
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| With all their songs and melodies
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| I love them all, I do, it’s true
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| But when I hear that call
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| I know it’s you |