Sundown, summer is fading.
Run now, here the winter comes.
Deep down, in some snowdrift.
Frozen fire, thought you found the lift.
It's a showdown, it's a Mexican standoff.
And the river, is the prize.
To float away on her current,
To the sea lover, to the sea.
And I know there's a song in the wind to the sky.
And I know there's a song somewhere for you and I.
What I don't know is if we'll hear it.
I'm losin' spirit, woman sing to me.
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