Oh, great bright road
You've won my sight
I've waited all year
For the season to arrive
So slow to that old hill
To climb it's white
And name it with reason
And hold to tight
On the great move north
Did you change your mind?
We died in our street clothes
And it doesn't seem right
Oh, the great men came
With windy minds
And threw light at the motion
That I left behind
They found me alone
Still warm and when
They kept me all season
You saw me and left
On the great move north
Did you change your mind?
We died in our street clothes
And it doesn't seem right

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