| The morning, bright and still
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| Has laid a frost across the hill
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| And the glory of it
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| Takes my breath away
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| The bird song in the trees
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| Floating on the ghost of a breeze
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| Says you’re lucky to be a creature alive today
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| The rosy-fingered dawn is changing colour in the east
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| Like in ancient days we’ll never see again
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| Once we were together
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| That I do remember
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| All the rest is like a letter in the rain
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| So I go to check my snares
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| See what night caught unawares
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| I take the path along the creek again
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| In the garden of delight
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| A snake slithered into sight
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| So we left Eden and headed for the plain
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| Day by day and night by night she didn’t leave my side
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| Now she never wants to see my face again
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| Once we spoke in love’s low tongue
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| All the bells at midnight rung
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| All the rest is like a letter in the rain
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| There’s a river somewhere up around the bend
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| When it hurts that river’s always been my friend
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| The frost is gone now from the hill like a vision in a dream
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| You never know when glory will come again
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| I remember her downstairs
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| And her braid of nutbrown hair
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| All the rest is just a letter in the rain |