| Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
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| Lay down the song you strum,
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| And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
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| No voice can hope to hum.
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| Struck by the sounds before the sun,
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| I knew the night had gone.
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| The morning breeze like a bugle blew
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| Against the drums of dawn.
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| Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
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| Lay down the song you strum,
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| And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
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| No voice can hope to hum.
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| The ocean wild like an organ played,
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| The seaweed’s wove its strands.
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| The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed
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| Against the rocks and sands.
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| I stood unwound beneath the skies
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| And clouds unbound by laws.
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| The crying rain like a trumpet sang
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| And asked for no applause.
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| Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
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| Lay down the song you strum,
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| And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
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| No voice can hope to hum.
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| The last of leaves fell from the trees
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| And clung to a new love’s breast.
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| The branches bare like a banjo played
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| To the winds that listened best.
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| I gazed down in the river’s mirror
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| And watched its winding strum.
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| The water smooth ran like a hymn
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| And like a harp did hum.
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| Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
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| Lay down the song you strum,
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| And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
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| No voice can hope to hum. |