| In the summer we’ll go walking
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| Way down to the river down the Curra road
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| There’s a blue sky we’ll walk under
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| Listen to the humming bees and on we’ll go
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| We won’t worry about the traffic
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| Worry about the way to go
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| Worry about the phone
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| In the summer we’ll go walking
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| Way down to the river down the Curra road
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| Past the cattle at their grazing
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| Through the woods of hazel, holly, birch and oak
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| Past the robin on the gatepost
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| Singing to the bluebells, sunlight is their host
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| We won’t worry about the winter
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| Worry about it raining
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| Worry about the snow
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| In the summer we’ll go laughing
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| Way down to the river down the dusty road
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| There is music in the river
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| Listen to it dancing underneath the bridge
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| The wind is hardly breathing
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| Words onto the willow branches overhead
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| We won’t worry about the government
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| Worry about the way to go
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| Worry about the hay
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| In the summer we’ll go walking
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| Hand in hand together down the dusty way |