| A shovel is a prayer
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| To the farmer’s foot
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| When he steps down
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| And the soft earth gives way
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| A baby is a prayer
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| When it’s finally asleep
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| A whispered, «Amen»
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| At the end of the day
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| And a friend is a prayer
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| When they bring over soup
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| When they laugh at your jokes
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| And they don’t ask for proof
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| It’s a song that you sing
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| When you are alone
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| When you’re weary or lonely
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| Or that far from home
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| For all your searching
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| There’s nothing to do
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| What you’ve been looking for
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| Is looking for you
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| I’m the prodigal daughter
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| You’re the dissonant son
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| We’ve been washed in rainwater
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| We’re the fortunate ones
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| On the other side of midnight
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| Just before the dawn
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| You can feel it coming up
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| When the long night is done
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| It’s as heavy as grief
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| And it’s weightless as smoke
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| It’s the dream you forgot
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| It’s the letter you wrote
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| It’s the first birds of morning
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| That sound like a hymn
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| Throw open the windows and
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| Let the light in
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| I’m a wayfaring stranger
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| You’re Indiana Jones
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| We are Gracie and George
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| We’re Watson and Holmes
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| The air is filled with angels
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| There’s no devil to outrun
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| Just sigh and kiss the ground
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| When the long night is done
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| It’s a collar turned up
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| A kiss on the forehead
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| A string and two cans
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| It’s the last thing you said
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| It’s a hunch that you follow
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| A light in the dark
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| An idiot check
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| It’s a balm for your heart
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| For all you searching
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| There’s nothing to do
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| What you’ve been looking for
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| Is looking for you |