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Maggie
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Maggie



Didn’t we walk so many miles, Maggie

Didn’t we climb so many hills

and didn’t we spend so many nights, Maggie

close together lyin’ still

and didn’t we take some time to wonder

what was growing deep within

Now walk me tonight out in the fields, Maggie

and tell me you love me again



Didn’t we fight for what we knew, Maggie

Didn’t we do the things we should

and didn’t we fight for what was true, Maggie

and didn’t we say we always would?

and didn’t we put our backs together

to have the strength of every hand

Now walk me tonight out in the fields, Maggie

and tell me you love me again



Oh didn’t they try to feed us lies, Maggie

Didn’t they wrap their words in grins

and didn’t they try to hide their eyes, Maggie

and didn’t we know that we would win?

And didn’t we always say that nothing

could keep us from the things we planned

Now walk me tonight out in the fields, Maggie

and tell me you love me again



Morning comes easy in the rain, Maggie

coming up softly in a dream

It’s another day and everything does change, Maggie

you just can’’t sit there where you’ve been

I will die before my freedom

and I will live to show you when

I’ll walk you tonght out in the fields, Maggie,

and tell you I love you again.

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