| The legend, the myth
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| Hair to my ribs
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| Appear in the river, when times are grim
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| If I got your clothes, then you know what it is
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| Prove that I am wrong and I’ll grant you the gift
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| In the river, I’m keening
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| Up in the wastes, I’m floating away
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| Wailing and screaming, you know what it means
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| That’s you or your family, that’s now on the way out
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| Say goodbye to the world
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| Close off your ties, if you see me in the dirt
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| Every birth is a curse
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| Some choose to reverse, some let it unearth
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| The trees resemble these crooked hands
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| Walking alone in no man’s land
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| Wandering, wandering, wandering
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| Wandering, wandering, wandering
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| If you need it then you know I got the info
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| Take a right then it’s down to the next road
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| Heirlooms glisten like the snow make my neck froze
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| Current strong and the wind Imma let it blow
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| If you need it then you know I got the info
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| Take a right then it’s down to the next road
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| I’m the bean nighe showing in the white robe
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| Show you how to come back into life’s room
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| Wandering, wandering, wandering
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| Wandering, wandering, wandering |