| In winter’s passing by old Steven’s bay
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| She roams with a blue tear beneath her ragged veil
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| Down every lane she drifts, the snow at her feet
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| Turning each corner, never to be seen
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| Those who pass by her will hear a faint song
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| See softness in her eyes and sharpness on her tongue
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| But what does she sing of behind that veneer?
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| And what does she wish for behind those blue tears?
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| Springtime awaits her and her song
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| Watch for her shadows, near you they could fall
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| Then just by the moment, they’ll be gone
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| Springtime is calling for her to move along
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| Once I was caught by the sweet melody
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| She wished for a love in the winter buried deep
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| She said, «Don't kill us, no! |
| Don’t let it leave!
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| Or you will end up, child, alone on these streets!»
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| Springtime awaits her and her song
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| Watch for her shadows, near you they could fall
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| Then just by the moment, they’ll be gone
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| Springtime is calling for her to move along
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| Springtime awaits her, like a moment she’ll be gone
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| Springtime is calling for her to move along |