The air starts to chill in autumn�s eve
And I hold her close to me.
The smell of her hair intoxicates
Down by the old prairie tree.

The breeze is getting colder now
But we could melt a frozen sea.
I dare not look her in the eyes
Down by the old prairie tree.

All I need is that soft kiss.
Who knows if it is meant to be.
But at least I have you here now
Down by the old prairie tree.

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