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First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea and the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side like the oncoming tide With one burning thought, will your arms open wide? At last face to face, and as we kiss through an embrace I can tell, I can feel you are love, you are real Really mine in the rain, in the dark, in the sun Like the tide at its ebb I'm at peace in the web of your arms First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore Then rolls out to sea and the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side like the oncoming tide With one burning thought, will your arms open wide? At last face to face, and as we kiss through an embrace I can tell, I can feel you are love, you are real Really mine in the rain, in the dark, in the sun Like the tide at its ebb I'm at peace in the web of your arms |
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The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly Then you and I came wandering by And lost in a sigh were we The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly Your a |
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My mama done tol' me, When I was in knee pants, My mama done tol' me, Son! A woman'll sweet talk And give ya the big eye; But when the sweet talkin's done, A woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a fallin', Hear the train a collin' Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle Blowin' cross the trestle, Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me) A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's A echoin' back th' blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockin' bird'll Sing the saddest kind o' song He knows things are wrong and he's right From Natchez to Mobile, From Memphis to St. Joe, Wherever the four winds blow, I been in some big towns, An' heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know A woman's a two face, A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night My mama was right, there's blues in the night |
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