| He was a tall man
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| Raised up from the fields out pickin' cotton
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| In a hard land
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| Where the ground was poor and the wood was rotten
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| But when he saw her
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| All those bad times were forgotten
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| And he believed, he believed
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| She was the strong hand
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| A good sister and a daughter
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| Lookin' for one man
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| To love the way that her mama’d taught her
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| And when she saw him
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| She thanked God for what he’d brought her
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| She believed, she believed
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| And it’s a miracle
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| How one soul finds another
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| Just one miracle
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| Is all it took, my brother
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| For I have seen them
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| As they walk this world together
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| And I believe, I believe
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| It’s a sad thing
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| When one must leave the other
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| And fly up where the voice rings
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| Out with all the multitudes that gather
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| But for a short while
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| Down here, no song ever sounded sweeter
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| And we believed, we believed
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| For it’s a miracle
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| How one soul finds another
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| Just one miracle
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| Is all it took, my brother
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| And I will see them
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| Someday, they’ll walk again together
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| I believe, I believe
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| This I believe, I believe |