| Moss and marrow
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| And wish you well my little darling
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| Wish you well where you go
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| Only mountains could carry a worry
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| With a weight like that
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| Moss and marrow, flowers hidden
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| Lichen on an eastern side
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| Pulling through us what was once lost
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| To be laid in light
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| And boil the bones in the clear spring water
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| Bring that water to my mouth
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| Gonna lose my mother
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| Gonna lose my father
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| And the child is gone
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| A beaten path where my memory meets you
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| In golden autumn evening light
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| Leaves enclose us, and turning takes us
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| From each other’s side
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| And wish you well my little darling
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| Wish you well, where you go
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| I release you, I release you
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| To the wild open |