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[Verse 1]
Now in this faraway land
Strange that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
Spring, and the air's turning mild
City lights and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
[Verse 3]
Friends – do they know what I mean?
Rain and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out of town
[Bridge]
But Lord I had to go
The trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's name for me
Though now this better life
Has brought a different understanding
And through these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury
Now in this faraway land
Strange that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
Spring, and the air's turning mild
City lights and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
[Verse 3]
Friends – do they know what I mean?
Rain and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out of town
[Bridge]
But Lord I had to go
The trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's name for me
Though now this better life
Has brought a different understanding
And through these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury
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