Shadow

Somebody’s Shadow is hanging round my wall.

My window’s open in the rain.

The full moon’s chasing memories across my field.

I’m praying for one more crop of grain.

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Seven years behind this lonely plow.

Seven years since I heard you call.

Seven years that shadow pulled me down the hall.

To where your picture hangs.

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Ah Life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life!  What’s it mean to me?

Did I misread the shadow on the wall?

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I’ve seen your silhouette, in the morning fog.

Full moon hanging low.

One morning I will embrace that ghostly fog.

Where we’ll go, I don’t know.

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Your shadow pulls me down that lonely hall.

Where seven generations hang.

To the end, where your eyes are still dancing,

in front of your picture frame.

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Ah life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life, what’s it mean to me?

Did I misread the shadow on the wall?

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Seven years, that’s a long long time.

To be strapped behind this lonely plow.

I tried to leave, you know I did.

But you call, call, call me down that dusty hall.

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Seven years your shadow pulled me down

to where your picture hangs.

I see your eyes. I see your smile.

I see room for one more frame.

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Ah life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life!  What’s it mean to me?

Will I become another shadow on the wall?

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Ah life.

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