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Following conventional lyric notation practice, words are broken into syllables to interpret the phrasing of the lyrics. Each word syllable in the lyrics below represents a note on the vocal part of this arrangement. A hyphen '-' or trailing hyphens following a word syllable indicates that the word syllable is extended over more than one note.
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That Summer - Garth Brooks
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INTRO . . . . .
I went to work for her that sum-mer
A teen-age kid so far from home

She was a lone-ly wid-ow wom-an
Hell bent to make it on her own

We were a thou-sand
miles from no-where
Wheat fields as far as I could see

Both need-ing some-thing
from each oth-er
Not know-ing yet what that might be

'Til she came - to me one eve-ning
Hot cup of cof-fee and a smile

In a dress that I was cer-tain
She had-n't worn in quite a while

There was a dif-ference
in her laugh-ter
There was a soft-ness in her eyes

- And in the air there was a hun-ger
Ev-en a boy could re-cog-nize

She had a need to feel the thun-der
To chase the light-ning from the sky

To watch a storm with all its won-der
Writ-ten in her lov-er's eyes

She had to ride the heat of pas-sion
Like a com-et burn-ing bright
Rush-ing head-long in the wind

Now where on-ly dreams have been
Burn-ing both ends of the night

That sum-mer wind was all a-round me
Noth-ing be-tween us but the night

When - I told her that I'd nev-er
She soft-ly whis-pered that's al-right

And then I watched
her hands of leath-er
Turn to vel-vet in a touch

There's nev--er been a sum-mer
When I have ev-er learned so much

We had a need to feel the thun-der
To chase the light-ning from the sky

To watch a storm with all its won-der
Writ-ten in her lov-er's eyes

She had to ride the heat of pas-sion
Like a com-et burn-ing bright
Rush-ing head-long in the wind

Now where on-ly dreams have been
Burn-ing both ends of the night

I of-ten think a-bout that sum-mer
The sweat, the moon-light and the lace

And I have rare-ly held a-noth-er
When - I have-n't seen her face

And eve-ry time I pass a wheat field
And watch it danc-ing with the wind
Al-though I know it is-n't real

I just can't help but feel
- her hun-gry arms a-gain

She had a need to feel the thun-der
To chase the light-ning from the sky

To watch a storm with all its won-der
Writ-ten in her lov-er's eyes

She had to ride the heat of pas-sion
Like a com-et burn-ing bright
Rush-ing head-long in the wind

Now where on-ly dreams have been
Burn-ing both ends of the night

Rush-ing head-long in the wind
Now where on-ly dreams have been

Burn-ing both ends of the night