| He lived alone in town
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| His friends were many and true
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| He drank and took the easy love
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| Of street girls that he knew
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| And he met a girl one day
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| Said «come home with me tonight»
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| «Oh no!» |
| she cried «I never will.»
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| And she left him there alone
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| And the days went by, and days
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| Went by and they did long
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| For each other every hour
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| But still she’d not be bound
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| «In the places of young men
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| I never will be found
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| But think you not that I don’t love
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| For my heart is ripe and full»
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| «How cold you are!» |
| he said
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| «I guess you must not care
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| For me. |
| But tell me
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| Where it is you’d go
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| For I’d take you anywhere»
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| «Then come to a forest green
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| Where I may love you free
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| Beyond the confines of your walls
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| And beyond the sweetest words»
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| «And beyond the mountains high
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| Beyond the fields of shame
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| And beyond the prettiest wedding ring
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| For I’d never take your name»
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| «And wander with me now
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| Or wander all forlorn
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| But know I love you, tearful one
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| Much more than I can show»
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| He could not understand
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| He thought she could not care
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| «Oh, take me far away,» she’d cried
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| And he could not hear her prayer
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| And he wandered off alone
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| To never know her dream
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| And she still dwells within the forest
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| Longing for his love
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| «So, wander with me now
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| Or wander off alone
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| But know I love you, tearful one
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| Much more than I can show» |