| Look, see how the world goes round
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| Look, see how the day goes on
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| You, it won’t stop to help you
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| Me, it won’t stop to help me
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| All the time a wind is blowing
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| Where it’s blowing next we don’t know…
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| Look, some spend their days in slumber
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| Look, someone is weary toiling
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| Home, be my guest and come back home
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| Come, you’ll be better off at home
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| All the time someone is dying
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| Where he’s dying next we don’t know…
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| I sit in the sunset
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| Watching God’s evening
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| Receding so gently now
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| Into the Westlands
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| I think I’m at peace now
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| But of nothing am I certain
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| Only which way will the wind blow next time?
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| You, you might never have been saved
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| Ah, well you might not have been so brave
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| Time would have shown the parting waves
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| And you slipping under Autumn’s gaze
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| And now I know that nothing is what it ever seems
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| I sit in the sunset
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| Watching God’s evening
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| Receding so gently now
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| Into the Westlands
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| I think I’m at peace now
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| But of nothing am I certain
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| Only which way will the wind blow next time? |