| The yellow furze stole my heart again today
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| The daisies in the long grasses sway
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| Before I stepped into his domain
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| My heart soared and sang with the wind
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| I stood in by the ditch where the primroses lay
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| Thought of my good friend Jane
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| Who has turned her life around for herself, yes, for herself
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| Despite the shame of it all
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| They had to hand it to her
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| She’s done well so they couldn’t complain
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| They waited for the fall
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| And all the pain to come through
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| With hearts already too broken
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| Only to be frozen over in misery
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| They never said about the baby born in the barn
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| Finding her twisted and wound up with their scorn
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| The months she spent many miles, many miles away
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| Dark sunglasses worn on a winter’s day
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| We had nowhere to turn to but the skies
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| We followed our star around the world
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| Now we wave and walk on each bent in our own wind
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| Trees lean in and listen
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| And the yellow furze stole my heart again today
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| Daisies in the long grasses sway
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| Before I stepped into, into his domain
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| My heart soared and sang with the wind |