Lonesome Song

B.W. Stevenson

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    Hear that bird, so high and shrill
    Sitting on that railroad train's window sill.
    Wind comes cutting 'cross the field
    To the bone, it gives a chill.

    Willows away
    Sounds-a-swish!
    In a magic moment
    Of home you wish.

    It's a dark, dark eve
    You're walking on
    Look to the sky
    And hum a bluesy song.

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    The silence is so that your ears seem to ring
    Sounds of the night are lost in your dreams.
    Ways of your days make you so sad
    Loss of a love has turned your heart bad.

    Long for the fire of home, family, friends
    Joy and laughter where love begins.
    The road that you're on was all on your feet
    No use to stop - your thoughts cannot sleep.

    Hear that bird, so high and shrill
    Sitting on that railroad train's window sill.

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    Composition: B.W. Stevenson

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