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Lyrics:
The snow lies high around my door And beyond the Great North Road There calls this restless soul To journey home
The wind blows coldly through the trees But I will feel no fear To the ones you call your own Is where I'm going
This time of year This time of year At this time I think of you
Sometimes it's hard to close a door The future can be cold Another year has turned And you're not here
A yellow moon runs deep and bright Where the mountains stand on ice And a million stars They fire the skies tonight
You can tell me, flowers never bend Or that this world's at an end But don't tell me That we'll never meet again
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