| Down at the bottom of that dirty ol' river
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| Down where the reeds and the catfish play
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| There lies a dream as soft as the water
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| There lies a bluebird that’s flown away
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| Well, to meet is like Springtime
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| And to love’s like the Summer
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| Her brown eyes shone for nobody but me Then Autumn forever, the fool come a fallin'
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| And the rain turned to freezin' inside of me.
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| I’ll kindle my fires with the words
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| I can’t send you
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| And the roads I can’t follow
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| And the songs I can’t sing
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| Well, all you young ladies
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| Who dream of tomorrow
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| While you’re a listenin'
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| These words will I say
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| Cling to today with its joy
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| And its sorrow
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| You’ll need all your memories
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| When youth melts away.
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| Well, the angel of Springtime
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| He rides down the Southwind
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| The angel of Summer
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| He does just the same
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| The angel of Autumn
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| She’s blue and she’s golden
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| And the angel of Winter
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| Won’t remember your name
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| Down at the bottom of that dirty ol' river
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| Down where the reeds and the catfish play
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| There lies a dream as soft as the water
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| There lies a bluebird that’s flown away
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| There lies a bluebird
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| That’s flown away |