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An old tree runs down, To every inch of ground by an icy old stream, And nothing that's green can ever stand it's not that it's so bitter it's not that i`m even blue it's not that i find distinctions between my thoughts of you could there be more rain? could there be more night? could there be understanding that could set things right? yet the tundra calls me and yet i find you there i reach out for your cold hand you find me nowhere still the tundra calls me still i find you care then i find my savior then i find you there could there be a way to explain just what i feel? Letras de cancionescould there be a way to answer, and beside you kneel? lying on my bed alone beneath the blanket of night and every star of memory just to set things right yet the tundra calls me and yet i find you there i reach out for your cold hand you find me nowhere still the tundra calls me still i find you care then i find my savior then i find you there (repeat 2x) From Letras Mania