The Long Beds: Listen

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She was a West Sampson girl
With sweet auburn curls
She rode a speckled gray horse
She called Flicka, of course
One day after school
She said I like you
And when the clover is heavy with dew
I’m gonna come riding on through
And I said, well if you do
I’ll be waiting in the trees with the moon.

I will wait in the pines
‘til the sweet edge of time
I will wait in the pines
‘til the sweet edge of time
Sweet edge of time

Where are you West Sampson girl?
With your gray auburn curls?
The old man in the mirror
He ain’t talkin’ to me
I ran off at sunrise that day
A man is born to betray
Tonight I’m returning a fool
I’ll be waiting in the trees with the moon.

I will wait in the pines
‘til the sweet edge of time
I will wait in the pines
‘til the sweet edge of time
Sweet edge of time