| Forward to gather, we share the beam of weathered oak
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| Father to father, we lean on every word they spoke
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| Listen how the winds are due to change
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| Look at how the tide it turns again
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| We’re following another time, we’re following another time
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| It’s beautiful, old and these ties cannot hold it
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| We’re following another time, we’re following another time
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| It’s beautiful, old and these ties cannot hold it
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| They cut the long grass, to save to save the summer sun
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| We take the long glass, we drink till we will be as one
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| Waiting for the gentle seasons fall
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| Waiting so much, waiting for it all
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| They’re following another time, following another time
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| It’s beautiful, old and these ties cannot hold it
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| They’re following another time, following another time
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| It’s beautiful, old and these ties cannot hold it
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| Stand so silent to watch across the endless sea
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| So calm, so violent, is this the dawning truth we see?
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| Listen how the winds are due to change
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| Look at how the tide it turns again
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| They’re following another time, following another time
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| It’s beautiful, old and these ties cannot hold it
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| They’re following another time, following another time
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| It’s beautiful, old and these ties cannot hold it
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| They’re following another time, following another time
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| It’s beautiful, old and these ties cannot hold it
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| They’re following another time, following another time
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| It’s beautiful, old and these ties cannot hold it |