| Came to the cold just to see you
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| Standing there in expectation
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| Woolen coat and blue eyes, staring
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| Oh, this vision does me good
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| In the city we don’t know yet
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| 'Cross the bridges not yet burned
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| Where the ice won’t let us further
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| Wind our way down through the woods
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| Take me the attic ladder
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| In the barn with broken floors
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| With your boots of Spanish leather
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| And my hat made out of yarn
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| And my hat made out of yarn
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| You are in the seat beside me And you are in my dreams at night
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| And you are in grandmother’s wisdom
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| And you are in grandfather’s charm
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| Show me young trees in the orchard
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| With the music on their branches
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| Keep them from the mouths of creatures
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| Who intend for them no good
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| Take me out past the windbreak
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| Speak the thing you could not utter
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| Wind will howl, and moon will cower
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| At the magic of the world
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| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-oh
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-oh
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| Ah-oh
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| Darling this is when I met you
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| For the third time, not the last
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| Not the last time, we are learning
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| Who we are, and what we were
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| You are in the seat beside me And you are in my dreams at night
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| And you are in grandmother’s wisdom
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| And you are in grandfather’s charm |