| Winter comes around
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| And he knows he is homeward bound
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| His heartbeat is the only sound he’s known
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| He once lost his way
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| He knows now that was yesterday
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| He fell down on his knees to pray for home
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| We’ll sing to the morning
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| We’ll sing till the bells they sound
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| We’ll sing till the wandering soul is found
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| We’ll sing to the morning
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| We’ll sing till the bells they sound
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| We’ll sing till the wandering soul is found
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| He’s found his way at last
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| With each turn a new bond was cast
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| His friends now hold him steady fast and true
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| With peace in his eyes
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| The fear now is a pain in the skies
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| With friends near he sees only skies of blue
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| We’ll sing to the morning
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| We’ll sing till the bells they sound
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| We’ll sing till the wandering soul is found
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| We’ll sing to the morning
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| We’ll sing till the bells they sound
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| We’ll sing till the wandering soul is found
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| It’s clearer every day
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| He knows now he is here to stay
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| He cares not why he went away so long
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| He’s found where he belongs
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| He know he’s been here all along
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| He is smiling as he joins his friends in song
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| We’ll sing to the morning
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| We’ll sing till the bells they sound
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| We’ll sing till the wandering soul is found
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| We’ll sing to the morning
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| We’ll sing till the bells they sound
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| We’ll sing now the wandering soul is found |