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Wintertime comes early to the north part of this state<br />I walk along the river where we used to come and skate<br />The trees're now all gone and by the river there's a sign<br />Trespassin' is a twenty dollar fine<br />Lookin' up the road toward the schoolhouse on the hill<br />That thing about an empty building causes me to chill<br />My memory goes back to when the teacher rang the bell<br />The day she sent you home for saying hell<br />Walkin' past the building so important in my past<br />The road is full of ol' discarded bottles and some trash<br />I step behind the building as I shelter from the cold<br />I see our names in letters big and bold<br /><br />My fingers trace the letters of a work of art alone<br />And I recall the day that you carved it in a stone<br />Somehow I can see you now with books and coat in hand<br />You always waved as down the hill you ran<br />Cokes were just a nickel then and many were the times<br />The two of us would sip them as if they were village wine<br />And then on Graduation Day we bought the little ring<br />And said that carats didn't mean a thing<br />Now I retrace my footsteps to the cab that waits for me<br />Looking back to see our names you carved upon a tree<br />The driver says I look familiar asks me what's my name<br />I say hurry I have to catch a plane
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Wintertime comes early to the north part of this state<br />I walk along the river where we used to come and skate<br />The trees're now all gone and by the river there's a sign<br />Trespassin' is a twenty dollar fine<br />Lookin' up the road toward the schoolhouse on the hill<br />That thing about an empty building causes me to chill<br />My memory goes back to when the teacher rang the bell<br />The day she sent you home for saying hell<br />Walkin' past the building so important in my past<br />The road is full of ol' discarded bottles and some trash<br />I step behind the building as I shelter from the cold<br />I see our names in letters big and bold<br /><br />My fingers trace the letters of a work of art alone<br />And I recall the day that you carved it in a stone<br />Somehow I can see you now with books and coat in hand<br />You always waved as down the hill you ran<br />Cokes were just a nickel then and many were the times<br />The two of us would sip them as if they were village wine<br />And then on Graduation Day we bought the little ring<br />And said that carats didn't mean a thing<br />Now I retrace my footsteps to the cab that waits for me<br />Looking back to see our names you carved upon a tree<br />The driver says I look familiar asks me what's my name<br />I say hurry I have to catch a plane
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