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Acoustic - Acoustic Folk
Previous peak charts position #127
Previous peak charts position in subgenre #17
John Twist
John Twist
March 08, 2011
MP3 4.1 MB
128 kbps bitrate
4:27 minutes
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Emily's her name, and she lives all alone, No running water there, no lights and no telephone she does the best she can, she has that strength of mind Got to get it all done while there's time When winter comes she cuts wood to feed the fire Got to keep that heap of logs all piling higher and higher, while there's time, time, time. She ruffles up her collar just to keep her from the cold and wonders how so suddenly she grew so old, Cows to milk and sheep to feed, clothes out on the line, Got to get all done while there's time. When winter comes she cuts wood to feed the fire Got to keep that heap of logs all piling higher and higher, while there's time, time, time. Down at the lakeside she smashes through the ice, Bucket filled with water, for some tea, that would be nice She trudges up that hill again, todays work on her mind, Got to get it all done while there's time. When winter comes she cuts wood to feed the fire Got to keep that heap of logs all piling higher and higher, while there's time, time, time. and sometimes on those winter nights by candlelight she cries, weeping for the man she loved, who once stood by her side He sleeps forever out of sight not out of mind and someday soon she hopes will be her time When winter comes she cuts wood to feed the fire Got to keep that heap of logs all piling higher and higher, while there's time, time, time.
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