| O’er the green mountains
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| 'n o’er the green valleys
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| The bluebird of faith sails far off to the shore
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| She sleeps in the breeze of the coming love
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| The homelands of Eireland
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| So many times on the clouds of forgiveness
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| We walk through the country to feel so at ease
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| A gentle reminder how things really are
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| In the homelands of love
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| So the bluebird will fly o’er the world 'n the stars
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| In the moonlight she prays for forgiveness that’s ours
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| Only now can she rest from the singing of songs and
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| The freedom of love
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| We awake from a slumbe, an age to receive
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| A way of forgiving, a planting of seds
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| Watching the trees
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| And the flowering of truth
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| Spread all over the world
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| So the bluebird will fly o’er the world 'n the stars
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| In the moonlight she prays for forgiveness that’s ours
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| Only now can she rest from the singing of songs and
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| The freedom of love
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| O’er the green mountains
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| 'n o’er the green valleys
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| The bliuebird of faith sails far off to the shore
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| She sleeps on the breeze of the coming of love
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| The homelands of Eireland |