"Fare thee well, little lady Trains are carrying me One and a two, three and a four thousand miles Miles from you1 Thought I tried my best To be your man Can't you see, can't you feel that burning into my soul? Don't you understand? * * * Love is a basket of light Grasp it so tight Shining bright just ain't right to be caught in the night Caught in the basket of light2 1) Marie suggests There they were little lady: Trains a-gatherin' near One and a two, three and a four, Thousand a miles Miles from you... D. Payne suggests Fare thee well, little lady. Trains are carrying me One and a two, three and a four thousand miles Miles from you. 2) Marie suggests Love is a basket of light Graspin' so tight Shinin' bright just ain't right To be caught in the night... Caught in a basket of light... D. Payne suggests Love is a basket of light. Grasping [grasp it?] so tight. Shining bright just ain't right to be caught in the night. Caught in a basket of light. * With assistance from emails f
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