| I know she stayed in town last night
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| Didn’t get in touch
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| I know she has my number right
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| She can’t face seeing us
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| She sings in the valley in the morning
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| Many a morning I have woke
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| Longing to ask her what she’s mourning
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| Course I know it can’t be spoke
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| Perhaps she’s had too much of love
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| Can be a sickly thing
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| That’s why she mourns the morning dew
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| And the newness that it brings
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| She sings in the valley in the morning
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| Many a morning I have woke
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| Longing to ask her what she’s mourning
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| Of course I know it can’t be spoke
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| I love you in the morning
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| I love you in the day
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| I’d love you in the evening
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| If only she would stay
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| We love beauty 'cause it needs us to
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| It needs our brittle glaze
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| And innocence reminds us to
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| Cover our drooling gaze
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| She’s down there in the valley
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| I know she wanders there
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| She’s down there in the valley
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| I can see her golden hair
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| I love you in the morning
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| My angel of the west
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| I love you in the evening
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| And I will do my very best
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| I’ll do my very best |