| She cleaned of the supper table and washed the dishes
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| And went outside to catch the evening breeze
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| The smell of sweet magnolia still on the summernight
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| And she hummed the song that set her mind at ease
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| She closed her eyes and remembered another night like this
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| It had been the sixteenth year of her life
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| When the one she loved let sit with her on the poet’s swing
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| And told her he was going off to fight
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| Five summers came in fail across her shoulders
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| And the only news she heard was from her heart
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| And all this time she kept on waiting
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| Through the long hot summers
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| And the cold nights of winter she waited
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| And when about three weeks before
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| That heard that the war was over
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| And she still hadn’t heard no news from him
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| She never once let it cross her mind
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| That he wouldn’t be coming back to her
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| And on this particular night
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| That she sat there on the old poet’s swing
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| She suddenly got up
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| And went around the south of the house
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| And got some water out of the old rain barrel
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| And she washed her hair
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| And brushed it 'til it shined
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| And went inside and put on her prettiest yellow dress
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| And she waited by the window through the night
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| The morning sun came shining through her restless dreams
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| And she awoke to somebody whistling her favourit song
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| And although he was walking slowly with a slight limb
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| She could tell that it was Jimmy and he was home |