Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry Friends...do they know what i mean? Rain...and the gathering green Of an afternoon out-of-town But lord i had to go My trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkard's name for me But 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... My home...was a place by the sand Cliffs...and a military band Blew an air of normality
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