| Can you see the early morning chill
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| In the frost that covers this cold hill
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| Can you hear the high and lonesome sound
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| Of shovels striking ground
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| Can you feel the earth begin to move
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| As though judgment day had come too soon
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| Can you taste the earth upon her lips
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| Like one last lover’s kiss
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| Can you hear the wind begin to howl
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| Too late, too late to turn back now
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| And the fiddle plays until it aches
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| And fills her resting place
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| Her memory haunts his heart
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| Her body burned its mark
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| Her soul has flown from his embrace
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| No more to fear the dark
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| Oh jealousy, where is your sting
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| Who knows the poison fruit you bring
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| But fools rush in where angels fear
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| And lose the love they hold most dear
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| We will watch him riding through the gates
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| To the prison cell that now awaits
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| He will never no more see the sun
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| And she will be forever young
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| He will never no more see the sun
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| And she will be forever young |