But I’m holding back, that’s the strength that I lack
Every morn’ keeps returning at my window
And it brings me to you and I won’t just pass through
But I’m not asking for a storm
I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
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