| As I was following the road back to our house
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| Deeper than blue was the dusk through the trees
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| With the last of the leaves clinging on like my mother’s hand
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| Cold as the sandpaper wind on my cheeks
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| Over the river and under the railway
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| Moonlight in silver the ribbon of blue
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| And the phone lines were whistling like my mother’s breathing
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| And my eyes were streaming
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| There’s a clock on my wall
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| Sometimes I hear it in my dreams
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| But I won’t be afraid of the changes a comin'
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| While I know a love that is sure as the morning
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| There’s a light in the clubhouse
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| A light in the chapel
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| A light in the hallway left on by an angel
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| And I creep up the stairs and I pause at the threshold
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| To take off my boots and my clothes in the dark
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| With my nose like a fox and my skin like a chicken
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| I steal into my bed where it’s warm as an oven
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| And you feel like the bread made in my mother’s kitchen
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| And we’re peaceful as a candle
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| And the clock on my wall
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| Sometimes I hear it in my dreams
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| But I won’t be afraid of the changes a comin'
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| While I know a love that won’t break with the dawn
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| No, I won’t be afraid of the darkness a comin'
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| No, I won’t be afraid of the darkness a comin'
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| While I know a love that’s sure as the morning |