| down many roads, with many more to go in that falling night that lay so heavy on her I could be wrong, but this sounds like the same song I�ve been singing since the lonely day I lost her and I still live in the same old town they say time marches on but I still live in the same old town I still look up and she�s still gone... far away... still... I can recall the way we used to fall into summer fields and run before the water I still breathe in that air and I still see her there where I am Miller�s son, and she�s a farmer�s daughter yes I still live in the same old town they say time marches on but I still live in the same old town then I look up and she�s still gone... far away... still... on cold winter nights, I go out past the lights back to autumn days, the orchards and the fall I guess I bet my life that she would be my wife because since she left, I haven�t lived at all... but I can recall the way we used to fall into summer fields and run before the water and I can recall the way we used to fall into summer fields and run before the rain and I can recall the way we used to fall into summer fields and run before the water I can recall the way we used to fall into summer fields and run before the rain... |