| I went to a Hermit of Misty Mountain who lives in a cave above
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| And I asked this wise old man
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| «Oh, Mr Hermit, what is a love???»
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| He said, «Love is a boat that sails to heaven on a river that has no end…
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| It’s a magic carpet to the Valley of Dreams… that’s a love my friend…»
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| So I asked this Hermit of a Misty Mountain who lives where the cold winds blow
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| «If I find this thing called love… oh, Mr Hermit, how will I know???
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| He said, «You'll see the Sun when it isn’t shining and the stars when they
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| don’t glow…
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| And you’ll hear songs when there ain’t no singing…
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| That’s a-how you’ll know…»
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| So I said to a Hermit of Misty Mountain before these things are thru
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| «When I find this thing called love,. |
| oh, Mr Hermit, what do I do?
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| He said, «Treasure this love much more than gold and care for it tenderly…
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| Or you’ll be a Hermit on a Misty Mountain
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| A fool like me
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| A fool like me
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| Aaaw, you’ll be a fool like me
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| A fool like me…» |