The steps he took were nice and easy.
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He never knew he could stumble and go down.
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As he saw the buildings and the mountains crumble,
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Over the road he would take to the town.
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He said, ``Next year I'm coming back, I'll see you later.''
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It takes longer when you're far away.
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There's a tale which says he was pursued by an assassin.
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What he knows of that, no-one can tell.
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How close he came to the trapper,
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But he stopped by a wishing well.
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He said, ``Next year there will be many flowers,
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Each one much brighter than the one before.''
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As he turned he caught the feeling,
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And he smiled as he walked down the road.
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All my days they are filled with meaning,
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But I have yet to fathom the code.
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But next year I'll call the tune and it won't be easy,
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The timing's all out of place with how you feel.
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Next year I'm coming back, I'll see you later.
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It takes longer when you are far away.
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Next year there will be many flowers,
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Each one much brighter than the one before.
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Next year I'll call the tune and it won't be easy,
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The timing's all out of place with how you feel.
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The Optimist
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Sandy Denny |