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Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided 
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Except the board we??re playing on, how it??s to be divided 
Will more years yet die alone? The question??s many-sided 
Got no answers of my own and none have been provided 


CHORUS

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When I was a boy there was nothing to know 
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The wind followed me wherever I??d go 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 


VERSE

There is a game that??s only played in a darkened room with strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers 
Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning 
I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning 


CHORUS

When I was a boy there was love for free 
Glad to be given and received by me 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 


I believe I can still make the cyclone rise 
Just can??t see it so well, with my fading eyes 

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A mystery to myself not everything now I was born to be 
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All I know is when I wanted it so, the wind itself rose for me 


You know, if it wasn??t for love 

I might just be a wandering man 

But believe I??ve made the better choice 

To sing about it with this band 

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When I was a boy, I could summon the moon 
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With a crook of the finger and a home-made tune 

I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by 

And sing all the words to a wildcat??s cry 

When I was a boy there was nothing to know 
The wind followed me wherever I??d go 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise 
And the cyclone rose 
Wave of my hand 
Rain came down where I made my stand
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