| Following the path as it leads towards the Darkness in the North
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| Weary strangers' faces show their sympathy
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| They’ve seen that hope before
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| And if you want to stay for a little bit
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| Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
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| Before you the night is beckoning
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| And you know you can’t delay
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| You hear the night birds calling you
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| But you can’t touch the restless sky
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| Close your aching eyes beyond your name
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| Mist is swelling, creatures crawling,
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| Hear the roar get louder in your ears
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| You know the folly was your own
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| But the force behind can’t conquer all your fears
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| And if you want to stay for a little bit
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| Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
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| Before you the night is beckoning
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| And you know you can’t delay
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| You hear the night birds calling you
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| But you can’t touch the restless sky
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| Close your aching eyes beyond your name
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| Throw your thoughts back many years
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| To the time when there was life in every morning
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| Perhaps a day will come
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| When the nights will be as on that morning
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| And if you want to stay for a little bit
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| Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
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| Before you the night is beckoning
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| And you know you can’t delay
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| You hear the night birds calling you
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| But you can’t touch the restless sky
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| Close your aching eyes beyond your name
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| Rest your weary head, be on your way. |