And I need to be there
When the autumn wind goes
whistlin' through the trestle we would climb
Like brave mountaineers
We never were much bothered
by time
Born in the country and I like
that country song
We played for just a nickel
every time we got to town
And I bought you a dime diamond
ring
In the hayloft we would play,
we were princesses and kings
And I need to be there
When the world gets too heavy
and the shadows cross my mind
Like brave mountaineers
We never were much bothered
by time
Born in the country and I like
that country way
Of the uncles and the cousins
and the card games they would play
While the young ones slept
overhead
Beneath the quilts that mother
made, when all the prayers were said
And I need to be there
When the autumn wind goes
whistlin' through the trestle we would climb
Like brave mountaineers
We never were much bothered
by time
And I need to be there
When the world gets too heavy
and the shadows cross my mind
Like brave mountaineers
We never were much bothered
by time
Marco Giunco |
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