| As I went a-walking
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| One morning in spring
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| I met with some travelers
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| On an old country lane
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| One was an old man
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| The second a maid
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| The third was a young boy who smiled as he said:
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| «With the wind in the willows
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| The birds in the sky
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| There’s a bright sun to warm us
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| Wherever we lie
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| We have bread and fishes
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| And a jug of red wine
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| To share on our journey
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| With all of mankind»
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| So I asked them to tell me their name and their race
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| So I could remember each smile on their face
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| «Our names, they mean nothing
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| They change throughout time
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| So come sit beside us and share in our wine»
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| «With the wind in the willows
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| The birds in the sky
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| There’s a bright sun to warm us
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| Wherever we lie
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| We have bread and fishes
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| And a jug of red wine
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| To share on our journey
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| With all of mankind»
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| So I sat down beside them
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| With flowers all around
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| We et from a mantle
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| Spread out on the ground
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| They told me of prophets
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| And peoples and kings
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| And all of the one god
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| That knows everything
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| «We're traveling to Glaston
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| Over England’s gren lanes
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| To hear of men’s troubles
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| To hear of their pains
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| We travel the wide world
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| Over land and the sea
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| To tell all the people
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| How they can be free»
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| «With the wind in the willows
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| The birds in the sky
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| There’s a bright sun to warm us
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| Wherever we lie
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| We have bread and fishes
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| And a jug of red wine
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| To share on our journey
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| With all of mankind»
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| So sadly I left them
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| In that old country lane
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| For I knew that I’d never see them again
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| One was an old man
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| The second a maid
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| The third was a young boy who smiled as he said:
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| «With the wind in the willows
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| The birds in the sky
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| There’s a bright sun to warm us
|
| Wherever we lie
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| We have bread and fishes
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| And a jug of red wine
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| To share on our journey
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| With all of mankind»
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| «With the wind in the willows
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| The birds in the sky
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| There’s a bright sun to warm us
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| Wherever we lie
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| We have bread and fishes
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| And a jug of red wine
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| To share on our journey
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| With all of mankind»
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| All of mankind |