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By Barclay James Harve, The summer sun, the winter rain
Won't ever change now I'm
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By Barclay James Harve, And though I think of you tonight
I cannot hope to
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By Barclay James Harve, (John Lees)a blind man in the nightlooking for a way
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By Barclay James Harve, Life is like a tall ship
Drifting gently from the shore
Time
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By Barclay James Harve, In my life I have seen so many things
Some were
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By Barclay James Harve, THE BOY:I was cast adrift, without a hopeMy only friend
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By Barclay James Harve, I was cast adrift, without a hope
My only friend is
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By Barclay James Harve, Flashing lights in the club
Memories of our wild affair
The first
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By Barclay James Harve, (John Lees)back in the autumn of seventyon the night shift
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By Barclay James Harve, Circles in the sky
White as paper fly
Sound of seagulls crying
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By Barclay James Harve, There's a beautiful sightyou know they call it tomorrow.It's the
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By Barclay James Harve, My friends it's not what you were famous for
But now
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By Barclay James Harve, On the road to nowhere, heading for Mallaig
I can feel
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By Barclay James Harve, The lady loves, while she mayThe lady loves, while she
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By Barclay James Harve, (John Lees)like a jester dressedin a silly gownsomething evil came
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By Barclay James Harve, Well I feel like I've come to the end of
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By Barclay James Harve, You and me, our life is driftin' along
Watchin' the world
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By Barclay James Harve, Bye, bye, bye
The time has come round again, my friend
A
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By Barclay James Harve, There is something that I can see
Every time that you
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By Barclay James Harve, Love was like a violin, playing soft and low
In your
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By Barclay James Harve, Love like a burning fire,Creeping up on you.Watch as the
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By Barclay James Harve, The rock on which I stand is slowly sinking in
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By Barclay James Harve, Didn't anybody see his hand move fasterThan the lightning in
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By Barclay James Harve, I get up early in the morning
It's up and out
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By Barclay James Harve, Sky was black, Lord, rain came pouring down
Number 12 bus
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By Barclay James Harve, Rain, sea, surf, sand, clouds and sky
Hush, now baby don't
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By Barclay James Harve, Voices in the air, drifting from afar
Evening finds her waking,
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By Barclay James Harve, The moon is making patterns on the water
Why it is
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By Barclay James Harve, Oh Mother dearWhat a night this has beenI awoke in
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By Barclay James Harve, I know that you think I'm the lonely one
Those black