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words: John Lambert / Richard Ashrowan
music: John Lambert
buzzards circle
in the rising moring air
a last reminder
of a dreamers crazy plane
they're catching thermals
twisting to the south
in this valley of dreams
a feather falls
and the soft summer sun
comes drifting through the trees
and i remember better days
and laughter on the breeze
and i named one
i named one for you
flying down the valley
in the gentle morning blue
the trees in the rain
caught in your eye
i see you living now
free upon the wind
and the soft summer sun
comes drifting through the trees
and i remember better days
and laughter on the breeze
and laughter on the breeze
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