Now he's brought down the rain
and the indian summer is through
In the morning you'll be following your trail again
Fair play to you
You ain't calling me to join you
and I'm spoken for anyway
But I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away
Your beauty is familiar
and your voice is like a key
That opens up my soul
And torches up a fire inside of me
Your coat is made of magic
and around your table angels play
And I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away
Somebody left his whisky
and the night is very young
I've got some to say and more to tell
and the words will soon be spilling from my tongue
I will rave and I will ramble
I'll do everything but make you stay
Then I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away
When ye go away...
When ye go away...
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