| Further from my widowed home take the road that sets into the sun,
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| Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I’ve become,
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| Summer has not yet been here though my days are long,
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| Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung.
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| What of all those pretty tales the ones that took me to this door,
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| Is it comfort in the salvers way is it comfort upon this wooden floor,
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| Tell you is it a failure to forget the ones you once held dear,
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| And I tried to remember but my mind is no longer clear.
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| Oooh Ooooh Oooh, You recognise me,
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| Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I follow far, far from the trees,
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| Oooh Ooooh Oooh, The roots came out, up to my knees,
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| Oooh Ooooh Oooh, they twisted round,
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| I made no sound… No sound.
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| I wondered till my brittle bones had succumbed and pulled me to the stone,
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| Further from the towns you’ve known I’ll remain from where I have begun,
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| Summer before I start I was kicking home stones as a child,
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| In the meadow when the storm came through and I burrowed straight back to you.
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| Oooh Ooooh Oooh, You recognise me,
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| Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I follow from, far from the trees,
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| Oooh Ooooh Oooh, The roots came out, up to my knees,
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| Oooh Ooooh Oooh, They twisted round,
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| I made no sound… No sound.
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| Would you ever doubt my love when my day is done,
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| I’ll lay down my body within this earth I’ve won,
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| Would you try to follow the roads I had to walk,
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| There’s a whisper in the willow for there you’ll hear me talk. |