Henry Lane
Steamhammer
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Summer is nearly over now
Sun's a lot less of warm
Trees have started loosing all the leaves
With the brown lore
You say you gonna travel back home
All the same we went before
Born a gypsy, yeah
You always set the night aflame
As the days grew older
You won the love of all my friends
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Oh, but that's all right
Gonna sail away again
Lying low on Henry Lane
The summer is nearly over the hill
Sun's a lot less of warm
Trees have started loosing all the leaves
Declined of all
And you gonna travel the way unknown