| He stands the open door
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| He’s greeted by the dawn
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| An eagle look upon his face
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| Now the mist of sleep has gone
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| He walks across the field
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| His senses search the air
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| Another new day revealed
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| Life’s reflections everywhere
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| At a glance the weathereye
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| Search across the morning sky
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| For signs to lift and lead us
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| What brings our destiny today
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| Here so close and far away
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| It’s all in the believing
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| The wind makes a gentile change
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| He feels it through his hair
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| All of nature acting strange
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| The warning songs fill full the air
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| The clouds they gather
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| Strong over Beinachally Hll
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| Tumbling like they don’t belong
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| Birches standing stark and still
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| At a glance the weathereye
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| Search across the morning sky
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| For signs to lift and lead us
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| What brings our destiny today
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| Here so close and far away
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| It’s all in the believing |