Terry Sweet

Songcutter Music BMI

Days of Dyanna 

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Times as they were
We knew little for sure
It was all so obscure
Oh oh the Days of Dyanna 

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Traveling poor was a chore
But we had all the love we could carry 

Oh oh the Days of Dyanna 

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Voices were echoing out
From the mouth of the canyon
She has a secret
That she doesn’t want you to know 

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But she was the treetops 

And I was the wind
The Days of Dyanna
The best it’s ever been 

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Struggling now to remember it all 

But it’s floating away
Like brown autumn leaves on a river 

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Desperate days turned to desperate ways 

Into loving surrender
Hers was a passion so tender 

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Those were the days when our love was ablaze 

And it meant our survival 

I was renewed by her touch 

And the look of her smile 

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She was the treetops 

And I was the wind 

The Days of Dyanna 

The best I’ve ever been 

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Instrumental Solo 

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Somewhere in time 

There’s a legend in rhyme 

Of the Days of Dyanna 

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The bleeding has stopped 

But I carry this hole in my soul 

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Now I’ll be the treetops 

And she’ll be the wind 

the Days of Dyanna 

And a measure of sin 

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Once she was the treetops 

And I was the wind
The Days of Dyanna
The best it’s ever been 

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The Days of Dyanna 

The Days of Dyanna 

The Days of Dyanna

Days of Dyanna