| Waking with the flowers to a morning in the meadow
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| Settling down the evening with the hills
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| I’m kicking stones and walking all alone like a modern buried treasure
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| And it’s all around and waiting there for free
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| If that’s what makes you happy
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| Then I’d love to sing my song
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| And if it strikes your ear
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| Won’t you sing along
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| Coming on the flow in the field that no one’s ever run through
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| Sipping from a stream beneath the stars
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| And breaking bread and rolling up your bed then hiding from the thunder
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| And though the sky may cry you know it’s just another song
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| If that’s what makes you happy
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| Then I’d love to sing my song
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| And if it strikes your ear
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| Won’t you sing along
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| If that’s what makes you happy
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| Then I’d love to sing my song
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| And if it strikes your ear
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| Won’t you sing along
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| Whistling out a silly tune to a swallow in the sparrow
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| Dragging down some funny little sound
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| And then when you’re on your own and you’re far from home
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| You find a smile on every corner
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| So if you’re feeling down just turn around and sing
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| Well, if that’s what makes you happy
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| Then I’d love to sing my song
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| And if it strikes your ear
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| Won’t you sing along
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| If that’s what makes you happy
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| Then I’d love to sing my song
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| And if it strikes your ear
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| Won’t you sing it
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| And if it strikes your ear now
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| Won’t you sing it
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| And if it strikes your ear
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| Won’t you sing along |