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There's a man who's been out sailing |
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In a decade full of dreams |
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And he takes her to a schooner |
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And he treats her like a queen |
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Bearing beads from California |
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With their amber stones and green |
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He has called her from the harbor |
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He has kissed her with his freedom |
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He has heard her off to starboard |
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In the breaking and the breathing |
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Of the water weeds |
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While she was busy being free |
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There's a man who's climbed a mountain |
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And he's calling out her name |
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And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles |
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He calls again |
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He can think her there beside him |
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He can miss her just the same |
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He has missed her in the forest |
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While he showed her all the flowers |
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And the branches sang the chorus |
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As he climbed the scaley towers |
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Of a forest tree |
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While she was somewhere being free |
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There's a man who's sent a letter |
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And he's waiting for reply |
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He has asked her of her travels |
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Since the day they said goodbye |
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He writes "Wish you were beside me |
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We can make it if we try" |
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He has seen her at the office |
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With her name on all his papers |
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Thru the sharing of the profits |
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He will find it hard to shake her |
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From his memory |
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And she's so busy being free |
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There's a lady in the city |
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And she thinks she loves them all |
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There's the one who's thinking of her |
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There's the one who sometimes calls |
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There's the one who writes her letters |
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With his facts and figures scrawl |
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She has brought them to her senses |
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They have laughed inside her laughter |
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Now she rallies her defenses |
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For she fears that one will ask her |
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For eternity |
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And she's so busy being free |
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There's a man who sends her medals |
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He is bleeding from the war |
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There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store |
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There's a drummer and a dreamer |
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And you know there may be more |
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She will love them when she sees them |
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They will lose her if they follow |
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And she only means to please them |
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And her heart is full and hollow |
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Like a cactus tree |
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While she's so busy being free |
