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We met in the spring time when the blossoms unfold
Em
Am
the pastures green and the meadow gold
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Our love was in flower as the summer grown
Em
Am
the love like the leaves have all withered and gone
Dm
roses have faded and there's frost at my door
Am
Em
Am
the bird of the morning won't sing any more
Dm
the grass in the valley is starting to die
Am
Em
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and out in the darkness the whipper will cry
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Dm
alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Am
oh lord, if you hear me take hold of my hand
where has she gone to, where can she be