tom cunningham

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Whistling in the Dark

It’s a beautiful day
For gathering roses
I’m on my way
To scarlet fields

I’ll leave a number
Where you can reach me
But if you don’t get through
That’ll be okay

Whistling in the dark
Sitting on a magic mountain
Whistling in the dark
All night long

Whistling in the dark
Wishing on a Trevi fountain
Whistling in the dark
We’re just waiting for the dawn

I met a man
The fount of all wisdom
His eyes were blind
His shoelaces untied

He said I don’t know
Nothing ‘bout tomorrow
But I guess
It’ll come on time

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