LYRICS
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
Days of Dyanna
Credits:
Electric & Acoustic Guitar - Jerry McPherson
Electric Guitar - Jon Conley
Bass Guitar - Chris Donohue
Drums, Percussion - Dennis Holt
Lead Vocal - Terry Sweet
Backup Vocals - Gary Pigg
Backup Vocals - Gary Janney
Backup Vocals - Ron Hemby