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WORDS AND MUSIC BY ANNE STOTT 

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The president rode down off his mountain to the west  
And he gathered all the farmers, all the bankers, all the vets  
And he turned back to show them whence he come and what he done  
But that big old mountain had vanished in the sun  

The sun was cold that other day not so long ago  
When you shouted through the snowflakes it was time to go  
You didn't wait for an answer you had a train to catch  
You disappeared into a storm and I couldn't call you back  

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It's another sort of question he couldn't decide  
Whether to abandon all those secrets he did hide  
So he set to count them out one by one  
But that sun was burning hot so he chose to run  

The willow sways one way as the birds fly overhead  
The lawn mower tries to stop the grass before it's dead  
That hot sun fresh cut smell it fills the air  
And you're looking for some distance into which we can stare  

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© 2014 Anne Stott. All rights reserved. 

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