| A widow was walking all by the millstream
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| A young man he saw her and started to dream
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| He dreamed of her beauty, he dreamed of her love
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| And he had a thought, he had a thought
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| He had a thought how to have her
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| He’s crept up beside her and softly he said
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| Come lie down beside me and don’t be afraid
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| I’ll love you and please you and be your tonight
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| And drive out all cares, and drive out all cares
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| And drive out all cars 'til the morning
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| «No, no», said the widow, she stood in surpris
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| But his words they had warmed her and brightened her eyes
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| His dream pressed around them, he kissed her awhile
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| And then they lay down, and then they lay down
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| And then they lay down in the evening
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| In the cooler light of morning, he woke from the dream
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| He saw the sad widow in her weeds, dark and mean
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| His fickle love vanished in the blink of an eye
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| And he’s wandered away, he’s wandered away
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| He’s wandered away to some other
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| So come all you women that hunger for love
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| Don’t listen to dreamers, for sadly it’s true
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| That dreams are as nothing, they fade with the dawn
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| And can’t be recalled, and can’t be recalled
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| And can’t be recalled in the morning
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| And can’t be recalled in the morning |