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At the end of the evening, as the sun is going down |
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And all the wee song birds are making their last sounds |
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It's then I'm thinking of you; I close my eyes and see |
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I long for the moment, when you'll return a chroi |
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We'll go and watch the waters, and bathe in its bright charms |
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As the shiny waves of blue and silver roll, I run into your arms |
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We'll talk all that small town talk, and secrets of the heart |
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With the twilight all the colours fade and we melt into the dark |
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I'm thinking of you darlin' in the mornin', noon and night |
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But especially in the evening when nature seems so bright |
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Yes, it's then I'm thinking of you in the quiet of my heart |
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I hold you there a moment as though we'd never part |
