Now he's brought down the rain and the indian summer is through

You'll be dancing down the country in the morningtime if i know you

You ain't calling me to join you and i'm spoken for anyway

But you'll be killing my heart

When you go away



Shall we gather by the river for to hear the lovely thunder crash ?

Shall we sail now in your speeding bonnie boat here and gone like a splash ?

You will see me, small, receding, mouth hung open, words i cannot say

You'll be killing my heart

When you go away



Mike rogers left his whisky and the night is very very young

I've much to say and more to tell - the words will soon be spilling from my tongue

I'll rave and i will ramble, i'll do everything but make you stay

You'll be killing my heart

When you go away




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