LYRIC

will I be married
to the first girl
I see coming down the road
will I lay dying
along the highway
where the tall trees grow
trees above me know that I’m below
someone to live for, how will I know
how will I know
where is this king’s crown
who stole away with the goods
will I be able
to stand in line for my own bed
trees above me know that I’m below
someone to live for, how will I know
how will I know
will I be married
to the first girl
I see coming down the road
will I lay dying
along the highway
where the tall trees grow
trees above me know that I’m below
someone to live for, how will I know
how will I know

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