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DRIFTERS

You've seen Drifters in the leaves of Fall,
and drifting shadows on Twilight's wall.
There are Drifters in the Ocean's spray.
Always, Drifters -
drift away.

You've seen Drifters in Winter's snow.
there's a sparkle anywhere they go.
You hear them whistle on the hills in May.
By November -
they'll drift away.

(Chorus)
You can't hold Drifters. They all have wings.
You can love them, with a love that sings.
You can know that they love you too.
But then one day -
they'll drift from you.

The love of Drifters, is a blossom fair,
that floats its fragrance through Summer air.
The soul can savor, what the hand can't hold.
The bloom will waver,
when days turn cold.

Drifters tell us, and we know it's true,
spoken of Spirit, and It's ways too,
there's a restless wind that won't disclose,
from where it came,
or where it goes.

(Chorus)
You can't hold drifters. They all have wings.
You can love them, with a love that sings.
You can know that they love you too.
But then one day,
they'll drift from you.


( © "Future Folk" Music - Betty Curtis )

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