| I’ll go whichever way the winds blow
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| It’s hard to swim against the tide
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| The willow bends in a tornado
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| The oak will shatter as it dies
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| Save me, and give me the peace to surrender at last
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| When I’m gone do this thing for me
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| For this is my final day, you know I would not joke
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| So bury me in willow, not in oak
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| Give me no standard, no eulogy
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| No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak
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| Just bury me in willow, not in oak
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| A life of conflict was unending
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| Collision, damage, disarray
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| So blind, intolerant, unbending
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| Just let me die a different way
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| Free me, and give me the peace to surrender at last
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| When I’m gone, do this thing for me
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| For this is my final day, and you know I would not joke
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| So bury me in willow, not in oak
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| Give me no standard, no eulogy
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| No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak
|
| Just bury me in willow, not in oak
|
| When I’m gone do this thing for me
|
| For this is my final day, you know I would not joke
|
| So bury me in willow, not in oak
|
| Give me no standard, no eulogy
|
| No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak
|
| Just bury me in willow, not in oak
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| Free me, 'n' give me the beautiful silence at last |