Don't Cry Troubador
Don't cry, it will be alright
The hardest hours are late at night
When dark and silence fill the air
Into a fireplace I stare
Alone and sitting in my chair
Wishing you were with me there
An afghan warms me through and through
But cannot warm as good as you
It's you and me babe, say I do
And to you I'll say I do too
The hardest hours are late at night
Don't cry, it will be alright
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