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| 1. |
| 2:44 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:38 |
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| 3. |
| 2:14 | 
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Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting For its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings the song he always sings And speaks to me of flowers That will bloom again in spring When I was young my heart was young then too Anything that it would tell me That's the thing that I would do But now I feel such emptiness within For the thing that I want most in life's The thing thing that I can't win Spread your tiny wings and fly away And take the snow back with you Where it came from on that day The one I love forever is untrue And if I could you know that I would Fly away with you The breeze along the river seems to say That he'll only break me heart again Should I decide to stay So little snowbird take me with you When you go To that land of gentle breezes Where the peaceful waters flow Spread your tiny wings and fly away And take the snow back with you Where it came from on that day The one I love forever is untrue And if I could you know that I would Fly away with you |
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| 4. |
| 3:20 |
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| 5. |
| 2:17 |
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| 6. |
| 3:16 |
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Night and stars above that shine so bright
The myst'ry of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sand so I may keep The mem'ry of our caravan This is so exciting You are so inviting Resting in my arms As I thrill to the magic charms Of you beside me here beneath the blue My dream of love is coming true Within our desert caravan |
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| 7. |
| 4:09 |
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| 8. |
| 4:09 |
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| 9. |
| 3:17 |
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| 10. |
| 4:03 |
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Do I want you? Yes I do
Do I need you? Baby you know it's true But I ain't got nothin' that you can use So I'm sittin' on my own here, with these poor boy blues One day, baby, you will see You're gonna give all your love to me I'm the one, babe, that you're gonna choose But in the meantime, I got these poor boy blues Pick it son, pick it nice Things won't always be the same Someday soon, everything will change You'll tell your mama her baby's got good news But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues |
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| 11. |
| 4:25 |
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| 12. |
| 3:13 |
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| 13. |
| 3:20 |
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