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(McNabb) When in the winter of our discontent, |
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We found a way, |
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To tie a bond between our hearts, |
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In the open field should there we lay, |
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Found a sharp stone, found a big tree, found a clear space in the bark, |
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Laughing louder, chance a fine thing, |
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Moving slowly, off the mark... |
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Out of season, given reason, |
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Could we see inclement weather |
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Chorus: Will you want me, as |
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I want you, as you are, |
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The autumn is the finest time, |
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The finest of them all, |
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Will you need me, as |
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I need you, as |
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I did, As |
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I always should've done, |
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Tell me when we're there |
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Not too long, and not too far, |
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My dreams and |
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I were wondering, |
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If we harbour, if we labour, |
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Sweet the fruit that fortune brings... |
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Who will help us, through these cold years, |
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Could I glimpse a rising sun, |
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Repeat Chorus |
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Will you love me, |
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As I love you constantly |
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Wasted in the downpour |
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Whatever we believe, |
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Whatever we believe... |
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Take them under, take them over, |
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Crack the bullwhip, |
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Chop the tree... |
