| And so much time has gone
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| Since we worked out in these open fields
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| With the hopes of generations pulled around us
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| And a strength revealed
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| And so much has been done
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| Since we ran around the Snaigow wood
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| And never knowing where our gentle lights might lead us
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| Or if indeed they could
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| And we do not stand alone
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| I know we stand with all the others
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| Out in the deep unknown
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| I know we stand upon their stepping stones
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| Sure and simple souls guarded round us
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| As we worldly grew
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| With nothing greater than what working days might show them
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| They gave us all they knew
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| And though their dreams were small
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| Their true and rural hearts were strong
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| And with an honest smile that burns from somewhere distant
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| They helped us all along
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| And we do not stand alone
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| I know we stand with all the others
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| Out in the deep unknown
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| I know we stand upon their stepping stones
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| And in these silent hours
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| When reflection lays our journey down
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| And we think on all departed conversations
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| It’s such an earthly sound
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| And we do not stand alone
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| I know we stand with all the others
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| Out in the deep unknown
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| I know we stand upon their stepping stones |