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The years have made the hills look soft and low
The river barely hums where it used to flow
The bridge we crossed has grown a summer green
The rail we held has worn to silver sheen
We shouted every anthem on the lawn
We stayed until the cold had turned to dawn
Now we sit quiet as the hours pass
And let the evening settle on the grass
The clock is ticking slow above the door
The dust is settling down on the floor
The loudest voice we had has slowed its pace
It hums a tune I can almost trace
The clock is ticking slow above the door
The dust is settling down on the floor
The beat we used to follow has its place
It rests in every crease upon my face
We shouted every anthem on the lawn
We stayed until the cold had turned to dawn
Now we sit quiet as the hours pass
And let the evening settle on the grass
The clock is ticking slow above the door
The dust is settling down on the floor
The loudest voice we had has slowed its pace
It hums a tune I can almost trace
The clock is ticking slow above the door
The dust is settling down on the floor
The beat we used to follow has its place
It rests in every crease upon my face
