| There is an everlasting song on my lips
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| I get up early so I don’t let that song slip
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| And mighty is the voice I’m singing with
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| It beats out all the dread
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| Defeats the eyes of darkness
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| There is an everlasting promise to be made
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| My ink is wet, there is no paper could contain
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| The depth of feeling that I pledge to you
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| Solemn as the sea, solemn as the sea
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| There is an everlasting morning near the sun
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| It burns a hole in my heart, makes me want to run
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| And I would run all day if they give me the choice
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| I hear your voice, I hear your voice
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| I hear your voice
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| There is an everlasting gladness of the heart
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| The stranger looks at me and loves me as I am
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| One day I’ll stand upon the river’s scared shore
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| And feel the sun, I’ll feel the sun
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| There is an everlasting sadness all around
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| It’s bigger than the news, from this you cannot run
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| A woman’s magazine, a column in the mail
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| Can’t help you now, can’t help you now
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| I love the summer birds, they sing no word of lie
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| The air is cruel, the frost will cast them as they fly
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| But glorious the sun returns to wake the year
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| They show no fear, they show no fear
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| They show no fear |