But those old black hills would not let me
I left you a number to get me.
Here in Belfast, time trickles past,
right from the moment you leave us.
Finding new ways to fill up each day
You'd smile if you could just see us
It's not a small world after all
When day follows night follows day
It's a long distance when you call,
your breath and your touch,
It seems you're just such
In old London time, I wandered around
Looking for something to buy you
In my hotel, I wondered as well
If you feel as lonely as I do
Though children and friend
that's when the time dries
It's not a small world after all
As day follows night follows day
It's a long distance when you call
Your breath and your touch
It seems you're just such a part
Last night I dreamed of coming
Way up in Sioux Falls, I tried to call,
but those old black hills would not let me.
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