Though the night is left behind and the morning wind it blows
The night is left behind, shaking off your clothes
As I wandered in the spring, I never felt so low
As I wandered in the spring, I had no where to go
Chorus:
Sing your way through the hardtimes
Won't be far to go
Sing your way through the hardtimes
Something no one knows
Something no one knows
Though the morning sun does shine on folks both young and old
The morning sun was bright, she took it as her own
Though the summer blackbird flies (???)
The summer blackbird flies to some place that is real
[ Chorus ]
All the fields I walk beside, the forever story told
The corn's been turning gold
The nights are growing cold
[ Chorus ]
Though the night is left behind, the morning wind it blows
The night is left behind, shaking off your clothes
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