| He came down through fields of green
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| On the summer side of life
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| His love was ripe
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| There were no illusions
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| On the summer side of life
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| Only tenderness
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| And if you saw him now
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| You’d wonder why he would cry
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| The whole day long
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| There was young girls everywhere
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| On the summer side of life
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| They talked all night
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| To the young men that they knew
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| On the summer side of life
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| Goin' off to fight
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| And if you saw them now
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| You’d wonder why they would cry
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| The whole day long
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| He came down through fields of green
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| On the summer side of life
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| He prayed all night
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| Then he walked into a house
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| Where love had been misplaced
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| His chance to waste
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| And if you saw him now
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| You’d wonder why he would cry
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| The whole day long
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| And if you saw him now
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| You’d wonder why
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| And if you saw him now
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| You’d wonder why
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| And if you saw him now
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| You’d wonder why |