Austin Lucas - Singing Man

Capo IV

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on a long winding road

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neath the passing of crows

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sat a girl speaking soft to the heavens

and though so crowned with locks of gold
she was without companion
but not without hopefuls to walk her home

and as the liberty would be mine
on one night in the autumn
I took care to be more than a dance

for she'd been courted by kings
but the kings were not worthy
and the path unto her heart would elude them

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so I followed her home

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until breathlessly I said

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here's my hand won't you take it oh won't you, oh

I may be small in your eyes
compared to the mighty
but won't you love this poor singing man

so like water molds the earth
I was swept up in the current
but I held fast and Lord I saw her turning

like some dark and foreign sky
she was fierce and yet silent
as she held this poor singing man

I had followed her home
until breathlessly she said
here's my hand won't you take oh won't you, oh

you are not weak and not small
in my eyes you are mine
I do love you, oh, singing man
I said I do love you, oh, singing man
I said I do love you, oh, singing man

on a long winding road
neath the passing of crows
sat a girl speaking soft to the heavens