I ran the fields and searched out secret ways And found a joy that deepened day by day Yet springtime turned to summer, then to fall And I never saw the writing on the wall What am I gonna do? She never looks me in the eye But if she did I'd surely cry Now I'm down and I'm wondering why I can't find my way back home

 

We walked the green-gloom dusk Beneath the trees We strolled the wind-swept shores of many seas Then like a flood, the years go rushing past Time hunts you down and catches you at last What am I gonna do?

 

She can't look me in the eye But if she did I'd surely die And now I'm down and I'm wondering why I can't find my way back home

 

I can't help this life I've got nothing much to show for it But beyond the wreck and ruin of it all I'm still here

 

What am I gonna do?

 

 

 

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