Now he’s brought down the rain
And the indian summer is through
(in the morning you’ll be following your trail again
Fair play to you
/
You’ll be leaving, pretty darling, in the morning-time
If I know you)
You ain’t calling me to join you
And I’m spoken for anyway
(but I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away
/
But you’ll be killing my heart when ye go away
You’ll be killing my heart when ye go away)
(your beauty is familiar
And your voice is like a key
/
Your beauty is a legend
And your voice is like a melody)
(that opens up my soul
/
That plays upon my soul)
And torches up a fire inside of me
(your coat is made of magic
And around your table angels play
/
Your shoes are made of magic
And your footstep is the break of day
/
I must have known you in another life
In another age)
I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away
(river road reel)
Somebody/el torro/mike rogers left their whisky
And the night is very young
I’ve got some/much to say and more to tell
And the words will soon be spilling from my tongue
I will rave and I will ramble
I’ll do everything but make you stay
Then I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away
(river road reel)
When ye go away...
When ye go away...
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