| She was there, sitting on the stairs
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| Waiting for her groom
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| In the fields of summer
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| As he came, whispering her name
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| She was whisteling a tune
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| In the fields of summer
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| She said «I love you more than ever»
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| As they layed down in the flowers
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| He said «I do» while he was holding her tight
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| In the fields of summer that night
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| Every night, laying by his side
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| In his arms she cried
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| In the fields of summer
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| Then the day came he had to say
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| «I have to go away
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| From our fields of summer»
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| He said: «My brothers will be going to war
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| And I will follow»
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| He said: «I'll be back, don’t you cry anymore
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| I’ll be back before the winter has come»
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| When the battle was raging
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| He was shot down on the floor
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| They were trying to save him
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| But the fire caught them all
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| And the letter he had written to her
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| Was burning before his eyes
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| It said: «I'll be back on september the third
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| And I’ll see you in the fields of summer that night»
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| Winter came, birds had flown away
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| She was dreaming every day
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| Of the fields of summer
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| And the snow was covering the road
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| Whitening the field
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| That were green in summer
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| She said: «I know he’ll be returning»
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| As she was putting on her make up
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| She said: «Today I’ll be together with him»
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| She went out in the snow
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| And noone ever saw her again |