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I walked in my greatcoat |
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Down through the days of the leaves. |
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No before after, yes after before |
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We were shining our light into the days of blooming wonder |
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In the eternal presence, in the presence of the flame. |
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder |
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Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision bright |
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame. |
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On and on and on and on we kept singing our song |
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Over newtonards and comber, gransha and the |
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Ballystockart road. |
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With boffyflow and spike |
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I said I could describe the leaves for samuel and felicity |
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Rich, red browney, half burnt orange and green. |
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder |
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Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision bright |
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame. |
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It's easy to describe the leaves in the autumn |
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And it's oh so easy in the spring |
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But down through january and february it's a very different thing. |
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On and on and on, through the winter of our discontent. |
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When the wind blows up the collar and the ears are frostbitten too |
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I said I could describe the leaves for samuel and what it means to you and me |
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You may call my love sophia, but I call my love philosophy. |
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder |
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Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision |
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame. |
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Wee alfie at the |
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Castle picture house on the castlereagh road. |
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Whistling on the corner next door where |
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He kept johnny mack brown's horse. |
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O solo mio by mcgimsey |
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And the man who played the saw |
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Outside the city hall. |
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Pastie suppers down at davey's chipper |
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Gravy rings, barmbracks |
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Wagon wheels, snowballs. |
