| Green fields and rolling hills
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| Room enough to do what we will
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| Sweet dreams of yestertime
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| Are running through my mind
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| Of a place I left behind
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| Been so long, I can’t remember when
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| I’ve been to Canaan and I want to go back again
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| Been so long, I’m living till then
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| 'Cause I’ve been to Canaan and I won’t rest until I go back again
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| Though I’m content with myself
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| Sometimes I long to be somewhere else
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| I try to do what I can
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| But with our day-to-day demands
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| We all need a promised land
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| And it’s been so long, I can’t remember when
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| I’ve been to Canaan and I want to go back again
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| Been so long, I’m living till then
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| 'Cause I’ve been to Canaan and I won’t rest until I go back again
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| Oh, I want to be there in the wintertime
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| With a fireplace burning to warm me And you to hold me when it’s stormy
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| Been so long, I can’t remember when
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| I’ve been to Canaan and I want to go back again
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| Been so long, I’m living till then
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| 'Cause I’ve been to Canaan and I won’t rest until I go back again |