1. |
She stands at the window, brushes her
satin hair |
| |
The river's flowing by and she is going
nowhere |
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The river shines like silver under the
moonlight |
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Drops of silver run down her face |
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She casts her dreams upon the water so
they leave this place |
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|
2. |
She can see mountains but she can't climb
them |
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Never looked down from way on high |
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She can see clouds and stars but she can't
fly |
| |
|
| bridge |
Wait till the seeds are sown, wait till
the kids are grown |
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This year the money's too tight |
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Oh no, there's too much rain, oh no, blight
in the grain |
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Next year if the harvest goes right |
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3. |
She stands at the window, brushes her
silver hair |
| |
The river's flowing by and she is going
nowhere |
| |
The river shines like satin under the
moonlight |
| |
Lines of satin run down her face |
| |
She casts her dreams upon the water so
they leave this place |
| |
|
| coda |
She casts her stones upon the water |
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And they sink in place |
