| It is a dance we do in silence
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| Far below this morning sun
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| You in your life, me in mine
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| We have begun
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| Here we stand and without speaking
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| Draw the water from the well
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| And stare beyond the plains
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| To where the mountains lie so still
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| But it’s a long way that I have come
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| Across the sand to find this peace among your people in the sun
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| Where the families work the land as they have always done
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| Oh it’s so far the other way my country’s gone
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| Across my home has grown the shadow
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| Of a cruel and senseless hand
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| Though in some strong hearts
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| The love and truth remain
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| And it has taken me this distance
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| And a woman’s smile to learn
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| That my heart remains among them
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| And to them I must return
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| But it’s a long way that I have come
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| Across the sand to find you here among these people in the sun
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| Where your children will be born
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| You’ll watch them as they run
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| Oh it’s so far the other way my life has gone
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| If you look for me, Maria
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| You will find me in the shade
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| Wide awake or in a dream
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| It’s hard to tell--
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| If you come to me, Maria
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| I will show you what I’ve made
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| It’s a picture for our lady of the well |