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I went to work for her that summer
a teenage kid so far from home
she was a lonely widow woman
hell bent to make it on her own
we were a thousand miles from nowhere
wheat fields as far as i could see
both needing something from each other
not knowing yet what that might be
and'til she came to me one evening
hot cup of coffee and a smile
in a dress that i was certain
she hadnand't worn in quite a while
there was a difference in her laughter
there was a softness in her eyes
and on the air there was a hunger
even a boy could recognize
she had a need to feel the thunder
to chase the lightning from the sky
to watch a storm with all its wonder
raging in her loverand's eyes
she had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burning bright
rushing headlong in the wind
out where only dreams have been
burning both ends of the night
that summer wind was all around me
nothing between us but the night
when i told her that iand'd never
she softly whispered andquot;thatand's alrightandquot;
and then i watched her hands of leather
turn to velvet in a touch
thereand's never been amother summer
when i have ever loved as much
she had a need to feel the thunder
to chase the lightning from the sky
to watch a storm with all its wonder
raging in her loverand's eyes
she had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burning bright
rushing headlong in the wind
out where only dreams have been
burning both ends of the night
i often think about that summer
the sweat, the moonlight and the lace
and i have rarely held another
when i havenand't seen her face
and every time i pass a wheat field
and watch it dancing with the wind
although i know it isnand't real
i swear inside i feel
her hungry arms again
she had a need to feel the thunder
to chase the lightning from the sky
to watch a storm with all its wonder
raging in her loverand's eyes
she had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burning bright
rushing headlong in the wind
out where only dreams have been
burning both ends of the night
rushing in long in the wind
out where only dreams have been
burninand' both ends of the night
Garth Brooks
That Summer
That Summer
I went to work for her that summer
a teenage kid so far from home
she was a lonely widow woman
hell bent to make it on her own
we were a thousand miles from nowhere
wheat fields as far as i could see
both needing something from each other
not knowing yet what that might be
and'til she came to me one evening
hot cup of coffee and a smile
in a dress that i was certain
she hadnand't worn in quite a while
there was a difference in her laughter
there was a softness in her eyes
and on the air there was a hunger
even a boy could recognize
she had a need to feel the thunder
to chase the lightning from the sky
to watch a storm with all its wonder
raging in her loverand's eyes
she had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burning bright
rushing headlong in the wind
out where only dreams have been
burning both ends of the night
that summer wind was all around me
nothing between us but the night
when i told her that iand'd never
she softly whispered andquot;thatand's alrightandquot;
and then i watched her hands of leather
turn to velvet in a touch
thereand's never been amother summer
when i have ever loved as much
she had a need to feel the thunder
to chase the lightning from the sky
to watch a storm with all its wonder
raging in her loverand's eyes
she had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burning bright
rushing headlong in the wind
out where only dreams have been
burning both ends of the night
i often think about that summer
the sweat, the moonlight and the lace
and i have rarely held another
when i havenand't seen her face
and every time i pass a wheat field
and watch it dancing with the wind
although i know it isnand't real
i swear inside i feel
her hungry arms again
she had a need to feel the thunder
to chase the lightning from the sky
to watch a storm with all its wonder
raging in her loverand's eyes
she had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burning bright
rushing headlong in the wind
out where only dreams have been
burning both ends of the night
rushing in long in the wind
out where only dreams have been
burninand' both ends of the night
