| Atop the leaves
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| 'Neath an autumn moon
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| Though soon the morn shall break
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| For now, the air is calm and cool
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| And the wild swan’s on the lake
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| Oh, the wild swan’s on the lake, my love
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| The wild swan’s on the lake
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| For now, the air is calm and cool
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| And the wild swan’s on the lake
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| An arch of willow o’er our skin bared
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| And candles hanging from the silver birch
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| With a crown of daisies on your scented hair
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| For a bride, thee I shall take
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| For a bride, thee I shall take, my love
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| A bride, thee I shall take
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| With a crown of daisies on your scented hair
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| For a bride, thee I shall take
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| And we’ll wake the morn
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| And greet the dawn
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| With hearts entwined and free
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| And when the sun’s begun to dance upon you
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| Filtering through the leaves
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| Filtering through the leaves, my love
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| Filtering through the leaves
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| When’s the sun has begun to dance upon you
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| Filtering through the leaves
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| And the seasons shift and settle in
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| And a midday walk we’ll take
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| The winter winds are soft and still
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| And the swans are on the lake
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| Oh, the swans are on the lake, my love
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| The swans are on the lake
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| The winter winds are soft and still
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| And the swans are on the lake |