| Though bells will ring church steeples catchin' fire
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| And if you promise spring then I know you are a liar
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| 'Cause in the spring tender grasses won’t burn easily
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| Though thrushes sing still my lover won’t return to me
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| Wild parsnips, they still scald my lungs
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| While thistles will burn my feet
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| And if you join our chorus you will never fear anymore
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| So here comes the chorus, we will meet on a fatal shore
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| Souverian, souverian, the elder
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| Souverian, souverian the free
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| Souverian, souverian we felt her
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| So very young, so very young were we
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| Birds will sing still my lover won’t return to me
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| You promise spring still my lover won’t return to me
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| Wild parsnips scald my lungs and thistles are burning my feet
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| So here it comes the chorus, you’ll never fear anymore
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| If you join our chorus we will meet on a fatal shore
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| Under the elders the older get younger
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| The younger get over, over their elders
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| And under the elders pretend that you’re older now
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| Under the elders the older get younger
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| The younger get over, over the elders
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| Under the elders bending your branches down
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| We who are so very young still my lover won’t return to me
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| The thrushes sing still my lover won’t return to me
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| Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs while thistles still burn my feet |