| Darknes sparkles the edge of dawn
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| like a heart that’s turned stone cold
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| the ones I love are dead and gone
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| and I am growing old
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| Oh my heart is whispering
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| go back north
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| to the north I truly love
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| I’d follow the geese but they’re heading south
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| so I’ll follow the morning dove
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| When I get there I’ll build a fire
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| and stare into the flames
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| for every single spark that flies
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| I’ll remember a loved one’s name
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| When spring surrounds the winter ground
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| and the ice falls from the nest
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| and winter sings with a voice of spring
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| I’ll be heading for the west
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| For I have live and I have died
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| a thousand of your deaths
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| I’ve partaken a thousand times
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| the sweetness of your breath
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| I have held you in my eyes
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| with my hands cupped 'neath your breasts
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| Shall I follow the meadowlark
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| and lay me down to rest
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| and lay me down to rest
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| I will not follow the meadowlark
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| I’ll follow the morning dove
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| I’ll prove my wings both strong and true
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| til I found the one I love
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| But I shant forsake the meadowlark
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| she did not forsake me
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| to the meadowlark godspeed
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| to the meadowlark godspeed
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| The eagle got us in the air
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| the buzzard picked our bones
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| the meadowlark sang us songs
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| the morning dove took us home
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| Darknes sparkles the edge of dawn
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| like a heart that’s turned stone cold
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| the ones I love are dead and gone
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| and I am growing old
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| Oh my heart is whispering
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| go back north
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| to the north I truly love
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| I’d follow the geese but they’re heading south
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| so I’ll follow the morning dove
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| I’ll follow the morning dove |