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All the Times You're Gone

All the Times You're Gone
(Utah Phillips)

I look to see the wild flowers bloomin'
And wonder why they seem so plain.
The springtime rides the brown hills over
Young birds sing in a silver rain.

     I think of you as the night rolls by
     You're on my mind the whole day through
     Far away in a lonesome city
     All the times you're gone, I think of you.

And when my world is turned to sunlight
And the dust clouds stand in a summer sky
I number all the climbin' roses
Watch to see the milkweed fly.


And when I hear the south wind moanin'
Like an angels voice from a far off shore
My days slip by like light snow fallin'
Or the dry brown leaves blown by my door.

CHORUS (twice)

Copyright Bruce Philips

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