| In the grand way she loves me,
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| The way she holds me close to rest with me.
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| And to know she is my life to me,
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| My empty days are done, my running days are run.
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| For the first time I love the morning.
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| Burning sundowns, colored autumn trees,
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| Mountain rivers, country livers put my mind at ease.
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| And to realize such perfect harmonies
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| I’m standing in the dawn of a new day coming on.
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| And I’m looking for no tomorrow.
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| I can still hear the lonely sound,
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| The engines of the midnight freight train, northward bound.
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| And to feel my life, my life slowly losing ground.
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| I never quite understood, though I see it for the good.
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| And it seems like I’ve just been dreaming.
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| The way she holds me close to comfort me My empty days are done, my running days are run.
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| And for the first time I love the morning,
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| For the first time I love the morning,
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| For the first time,
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| The first time. |