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Lyricist: Finley Quaye
Lyrics:
And so you've come back to me And say the old love's growing, yeah You've tried through all these weary years You've tried too vainly to forget Oh, no, I cannot take your hand God never gives us back our youth The loving heart, you slighted then Was yours, my friend, in perfect truth Come close and let me see your face Your raven hair is tinged with snow Oh, yes, it is the same dear face I loved so many years ago Oh, no, I cannot take your hand God never gives us back our youth The loving heart, you slighted then Was yours, my friend, in perfect truth Farewell, I think, I'll love yet As friend to friend, God bless you, dear And guide you through these weary years To where the skies are always clears Oh, no, I cannot take your hand God never gives us back our youth The loving heart, you slighted then Was yours, my friend, in perfect truth Oh, no, I cannot take your hand God never gives us back our youth The loving heart, you slighted then Was yours, my friend, in perfect truth Was yours, my friend, in perfect truth Yours, my friend, in perfect truth
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