| On a hillside in the warm sun
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| Granite shining like ice
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| And the water sparkling, rushing
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| Through the earth black as night
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| Where the skylark sings above me
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| And the sheep graze at ease
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| In the silence, this new land
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| Summons each, all, and me
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| I had not seen, I could not know
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| What this new land would be
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| I had heard a piece of Heaven
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| Was waiting for me
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| From the barren to the verdant
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| From the crag to the dale
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| Once I’ve stepped out in faith
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| Then there s no turning away
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| I’ll fly, fly, headlong and free
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| Fly, fly, headlong and free
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| Why grieve for the pains that have been?
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| For the new land is calling to me
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| For the new land is calling to me
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| Every autumn has its winter
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| Every winter its spring
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| Ages pass and every dying
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| Means a new life begins
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| In the passing from the old land
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| There is sorrow and fear
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| But the night at its darkest
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| Means the dawning is near |