| Oh child, my child
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| Are you going away?
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| Will you leave on the wings of the morning?
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| You have heard his voice
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| You’ve answered the call
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| But it’s hard, the path you’re making
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| Will you think of me when the bluebird sings
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| with the warmth of the sun at its rising?
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| And if I never see your face again
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| We will meet at the gates of heaven
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| Oh, we’ll meet at the gates of heaven
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| You have given me hope
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| You’ve given me joy
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| You have given me more than you’ve taken
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| And I look at you with my heart in my hands
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| And you know that this old heart is aching
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| And I’ll think of you when the roses bloom
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| With of the sound of a baby laughing
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| And if I never hear your sweet voice again
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| We will sing at the gates of heaven
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| Oh, we’ll sing at the gates of heaven
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| Walk on, walk on
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| With the wind at your back
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| And a prayer for the new life beginning
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| You’ve been given to me by the good Maker’s hands
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| Now my gift to the Lord is returning
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| And I’ll bless your path
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| With the stars at night
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| And the smile of the day as it’s dawning
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| And if I never walk beside you again |
| We will dance at the gates of heaven
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| Oh, we’ll dance at the gates of heaven
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| Oh, we’ll dance at the gates of heaven
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| Oh, we’ll dance at the gates of heaven |