| I’m waiting, I wait, for the creaking of the gate,
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| How long, how long must I wait.
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| I sit, I sit, the weeds gather 'round me,
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| The wind whips my dress so that I cannot see.
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| So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I’ll cast my heart down
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| the well.
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| I stare, I stare, and I’m looking over there,
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| 'Cross that ghostly lake where he dwelled.
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| I look and I see a light burnin’bright,
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| But I know it doesn’t burn for me tonight
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| So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I’ll cast my heart down
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| the well.
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| Looking down, looking down, to where he once laid,
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| The birds hovered then took him away.
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| I rise to my feet and I walk down that road
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| Where I silently cry when this story is told.
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| So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I’ll cast my heart down
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| the well. |