When I see your face in the firelightI wonder how
What you feel inside is what you get,whether it's good
Flowin' river, now a still lakeMakes you shiver when youThink
I remember the eveningIn the summertime airand the stars were
Well I remember back whenI went to schoolTeacher said son
Everyday I learnOf a new direction that I must go
Well I left my broke down pickupdown at Crow FairAnd
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