| I’ll learn to love the fallow way
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| When winter draws the valley down
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| And stills the rivers in their storm
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| And freezes all the little brooks
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| Time when our steps slow to the song
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| Of falling flakes and crackling flames
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| When silver stars are high and still
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| Deep in the velvet of the night sky
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| The crystal time the silence times
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| I’ll learn to love their quietness
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| While deep beneath the glistening snow
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| The black earth dreams of violets
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| I’ll learn to love the fallow way
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| I’ll learn to love the fallow way
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| When all my colors fade to white
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| And flying birds fold back their wings
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| Upon my anxious wondering’s
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| The sun has slanted all her rays
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| Across the vast and harvest plains
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| My memories mingle in the dawn
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| I dream a joyful vagabonds
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| The crystal times the silence times
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| I’ll learn to love their quietness
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| When deep beneath the glistening snow
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| The black earth dreams in of violets
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| I’ll learn to love the fallow times
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| No drummer comes across the plains
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| To tell of triumph or of pain
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| No word far off battle’s cry
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| To draw me out or draw me nigh
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| I’ll learn to love the fallow way
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| I’ll learn to love the fallow way
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| And gather in the patient fruits
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| And after autumns blaze and burn
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| I’ll know the full still, deep roots
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| That nothing seem to know or need
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| That crack the ice in frozen ponds
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| And slumbering in winter’s folds
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| Have dreams of green and blue and gold
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| I’ll learn to love the fallow way
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| And listening for blossoming
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| Of my own heart once more in spring
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| As sure as time, as sure as snow
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| As sure as moonlight, wind and stars
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| The fallow time will fall away
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| The sun will bring an April day
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| And I will yield to Summer’s way |