| How can the small flowers grow
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| If the wild winds blow
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| And the cold snow is all around?
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| Where will the frail birds fly
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| If their homes on high
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| Have been torn down to the ground?
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| Lift the wings
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| That carry me away from here and
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| Fill the sail
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| That breaks the line to home
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| But when I’m miles and miles apart from you
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| I’m beside you, when I think of you
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| A Stóirín, a Grá
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| How can a tree stand tall
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| If the rain won’t fall
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| To wash its branches down?
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| How can a heart survive
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| Can it stay alive
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| If its love’s denied for long?
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| Lift the wings
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| That carry me away from here and
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| Fill the sail
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| That breaks the line to home
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| But when I’m miles and miles apart from you
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| I’m beside you, when I think of you
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| A Stóirín
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| And I’m with you as I dream of you
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| A Stóirín
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| And a song will bring you near to me
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| A Stóirín, a Grá |