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Lyrics: She returned on an autumn evening not long after the color fell, clean and bright. And with her skirt whispered, "Wake up, Darlin', there'll be time to sleep, but not tonight." So if you hear her, momma, don't you worry. Her voice is all that I can dream about. Her face is pale but it is not to worry. Soon the sun is gonna come on out. She has found me out and loves me still. The Wounded Wood raged and furied, "Girl, you get back here and finish this fight with me tonight!" When she spoke out she said "Wounded Wood, won't you forgive a child?" And, "Not tonight. Tonight is not for war and accusation, it's for peace and a long suffering. After all of the time it took to travel I have finally found a way to get my conscience clean. All I'm asking for are the gifts a parent gives" - And so she lives. So if you hear her, momma, don't you worry. Her voice is all that I can dream about. Her face is pale but it is not to worry. Soon the sun is gonna come on out. She has found me out, she has found me out, and loves me still. She returned on an autumn evening not long after the color fell, clean and bright. And with her skirt whispered, "Wake up, Darlin', there'll be time to sleep, but not tonight." |
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