Tom: A
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I look to see the wildflowers blooming & wonder why they seem so plain.
D A E
The springtime rides all the brown hills over, young birds sing in a silver rain.
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I think of you as the night rolls by, you're on my mind the whole night through,
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Far away in a lonesome city, All the time you're gone, I think of you.
D A
And when my world has turned to sunlight,
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And the dust clouds stand in the summer sky,
E
I'll number all the climbing roses,
A D
Watch to see the milkweed fly.
A
And when I hear the soft wind moaning
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Like an angel's voice from a far-off shore,
A E
My days slip by like light snow falling,
A D
Or dry brown leaves blown by my door.
