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<< Witburg Night >>
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--- Barclay James Harvest
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Your soft brown hair left traces on
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The pillowed mind you slept upon
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And the Witburg night
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She moved on to the dawn
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Your green-blue eyes I idolise
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The child-fair face in woman's sleep
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And the Witburg night
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Well she crept by to the dawn
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We tried to make love in the night
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My trembling limbs refused to share
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The hidden meaning in my mind
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That tomorrow night might be the only time
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I sat and talked you lay and smiled
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We'd kiss and laugh, hold on tight
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To what we got
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The Witburg night 'till the dawn
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We'd dream awhile of things to come
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Removed our clothes and we were one
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With the Witburg night
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And she moved on to the dawn
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We tried to make love in the night
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My trembling limbs refused to share
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The hidden meaning in my mind
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That tomorrow night might be...
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Tomorrow night might be the only time
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We tried to make love in the night
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My trembling limbs refused to share
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The hidden meaning in my mind
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That tomorrow night might be the only time
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Witburg Night
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| Barclay James Harvest |
