| I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
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| I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream
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| Ah child of countless trees
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| Ah child of boundless seas
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| What you are, what you’re meant to be
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| Speaks his name, though you were born to me
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| Born to me, Cassidy
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| Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
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| I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
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| Come wash the night-time clean
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| Come grow the scorched ground green
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| Blow the horn, tap the tambourine
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| Close the gap of the dark years in between
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| You and me, Cassidy
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| Quick beats in an icy heart
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| Catch colt draws a coffin cart
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| There he goes and now here she starts
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| Hear her cry
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| Flight of the seabirds
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| Scattered like lost words
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| Wheel to the storm and fly
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| Faring thee well now
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| Let your life proceed by its own designs
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| Nothing to tell now
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| Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine |