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THROUGH THE ARCHES

Through the arches into tomorrow,
one by one - we pass -
have to reduce our load of sorrow,
have to let go of the past.

Down the road that ever wanders -
through the misty fields of Time -
times of song, and times of thunder,
all along the way it winds.

Chorus
There's a twist of lemon, a sprig of mint,
and a bittersweet tang in the glass.
But we'll wander on to another dawn,
when we've drank the last.

Oh fellow wanderers, tell me true,
does it sometimes seem unreal ?
Like mine, is your song sometimes blue,
with the way you sometimes feel ?

When the morning comes, and the sun is seen,
and the shadows fade away,
the road is washed with a golden sheen,
and we all go on our way.

Chorus
There's a twist of lemon, a sprig of mint,
and a bittersweet tang in the glass.
But we'll wander on to another dawn,
when we've drank the last.

( © 2004 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )

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