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<< Witburg Night >>
--- Barclay James Harvest

Your soft brown hair left traces on
The pillowed mind you slept upon
And the Witburg night
She moved on to the dawn

Your green-blue eyes I idolise
The child-fair face in woman's sleep
And the Witburg night
Well she crept by to the dawn

We tried to make love in the night
My trembling limbs refused to share
The hidden meaning in my mind
That tomorrow night might be the only time

I sat and talked you lay and smiled
We'd kiss and laugh, hold on tight
To what we got
The Witburg night 'till the dawn

We'd dream awhile of things to come
Removed our clothes and we were one
With the Witburg night
And she moved on to the dawn

We tried to make love in the night
My trembling limbs refused to share
The hidden meaning in my mind
That tomorrow night might be...
Tomorrow night might be the only time

We tried to make love in the night
My trembling limbs refused to share
The hidden meaning in my mind
That tomorrow night might be the only time



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Witburg Night
Barclay James Harvest



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