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Jim at home in Lyndell, Pennsylvania


A Long Time Ago

Seems like such a long time ago,
I was walking on a lonely road.
Getting tired of dreaming alone,
Like all the lonely people I had known.

Seems like such a long time ago,

There was no one who would share my song.

I was just a boy far from home,

But I became a man when you came along.

We spent the whole night talking.

You said you’d like to see the sunrise.

But in the gold of morning,

There w as nothing that I had not seen in your eyes.

I was so afraid to touch you,

Thought you were too young, to know.

So I just watched you sleeping.

Then you woke and said to me,

The night is cold, it frightens me.

But I could sleep so easy next to you.

Wasn’t very long ago,

You said that you would like to share my road.

Then you started singing my song.

Spent so many nights a-waiting,

Lets not spend a moments wasting time,

Because we have very far to go.

 I will go if you will take me,

I have never had a lover.

I am young but I am so alone.

We spent the whole night talking. 

You said you’d like to see the sunrise.

But in the gold of morning,

Was nothing that I had not seen in your eyes.

 





 


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