| Old layers of time
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| Have buried the ways
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| The others have grown
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| And though sturdy and strong
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| His eyes open wide
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| With each new unknown
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| And oh it’s for the earth that he screams in the night
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| He’s a servant of the seasons and the morning’s early light
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| But the troubled one he says
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| Rescue me, he says rescue me
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| On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly
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| Rescue me, he says rescue me
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| On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly
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| He says rescue me
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| And see these guilty hands
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| That envenom the soil
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| And take the like from his fields
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| But now these book reddened eyes
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| Have discovered the truth
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| And what it conceals
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| And oh it’s for the earth that he screams in the night
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| He’s a servant of the seasons and the morning’s early light
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| But the troubled one he says
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| Rescue me, he says rescue me
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| On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly
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| Rescue me, he says rescue me
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| On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly
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| He says rescue me
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| And so the plough it will turn
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| And our hearts they will burn
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| For sair works nae easy
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| But oh this circle stone
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| And this buzzard dyke and this great unknown
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| It goes on and on into the distance of time
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| And oh it’s for the earth that he screams in the night
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| We’re servants of the seasons and the morning’s early light
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| But the troubled ones they say
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| Rescue me, they say rescue me
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| On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly
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| Rescue me, they say rescue me
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| On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly
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| They say rescue me |