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Outside the Nashville city limits, a friend and I did drive
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On a day in early winter, I was glad to be alive
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We went to see some friends of his, who lived upon a farm 
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Strange and gentle country folk, who wished nobody harm 
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Fresh-cut sixty acres, eight cows in the barn 
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But the thing that I remember, on that cold day in December 
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Was that my eyes they did brim over, as we talked. 


In the slowest drawl I had ever heard, the man said "Come with me, 
If y'all wanna see the prettiest place, in all of Tennessee." 
He poured us each a glass of wine, and a-walking we did go, 
Along fallen leaves and crackling ice, where a tiny brook did flow 
He knew every inch of the land, and Lord he loved it so 
But the thing that I remember, on that cold day in December 
Was that my eyes were brimming over, as we walked. 


He set me down upon a stone, beside a running spring 
He talked in a voice so soft and clear, like the waters I heard sing 
He said "We searched quite a time, for a place to call our own 
There was just me and Mary John, and now I guess we're home." 
I looked at the ground and wondered, how many years they each had roamed 
And Lord I do remember, on that day in late December 
How my eyes kept brimming over, as we talked

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      A 
As we walked. 


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And standing there with outstretched arms, he said to me "You know, 
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I can't wait till the heavy storms, cover the ground with snow, 
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And there on the pond the watercress, is all that don't turn white,
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When the sun is high you squint your eyes, and look at the hills so bright."
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And nodding his head my friend said, "It seems like overnight, 
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That the leaves come out so tender, at the turning of the winter" 
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I thought the skies they would brim over, as we talked.