| Where the Waters Roam |
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| Had you been away |
| Then he might have heard |
| In the breathless wind |
| Til it start to turn |
| With a careful hand |
| Should he never rise |
| Til she pulled him back into her arms |
| In the dark I know |
| It’s the way I go |
| Where the gales blow |
| Where the waters roam |
| Then she whispers soft |
| Of her lonely song |
| Needing his warm embrace |
| Wanting his gentle charm |
| Of her crying nights |
| Til he’s by her side |
| So she pulled him back into her arms |
| In the dark I know |
| It’s the way I go |
| Where the gales blow |
| Where the waters roam |
| As he held the shroud |
| Looked into her eyes |
| His fingers lost their grip |
| And began to slide |
| Til she had him back into her arms |
| Til she had him back into her arms |
