| I married my wife on the day of the eclipse
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| Our friends awarded her courage with gifts
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| Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
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| I look to my sorrowful wife
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| Who is quietly tending her flowers
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| Who is quietly tending her …
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| The water is high on the beckoning river
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| I made her a promise I could not deliver
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| And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
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| Through me and my sorrowful wife
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| Who is shifting the furniture around
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| Who is shifting the furniture around
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| Now we sit beneath the knotted Yew
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| And the bluebells bob around our shoes
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| The task of remembering the telltale clues
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| Goes to my lovely, my sorrowful wife
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| Who is counting the days on her fingers
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| Who is counting the days on her …
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| Come on and help me babe
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| Come on now
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| Help me babe
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| I was blind
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| The grass here grows long and high
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| Twists right up to the sky
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| White clouds roll on by Come on now and help me babe
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| I was blind
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| I was a fool babe
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| I was blind
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| Come on now
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| A loose wind last night blew down
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| Black trees bent to the ground
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| Their blossoms made such a sound
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| That I could not hear myself think babe
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| Come on now
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| And help me babe
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| Help me now
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| I was blind
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| I was a fool |