| And she played the harmonium down by the sea,
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| Singing, «God save the USA and God save me»,
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| And though God never had,
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| She believed Him to be on his way.
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| She had lived out in Paris before Paris fell,
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| Singing «When will I hear again from Jean-Michel?»
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| And she prayed for his soul
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| And she hoped he was well anyway.
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| Hold on, for the sailing ships from heaven won’t be long.
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| Play on, 'til the sailing ships from heaven come along.
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| And she laughed, «Don't be sad like the boys in the trees,
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| They’re only waiting for the world to freeze.»
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| She said, «When they were young they went down on their knees
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| for my love.»
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| Hold on, for the sailing ships from Heaven won’t be long.
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| Play on, 'til the sailing ships from Heaven come along.
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| And she walked on the beach in the wind and the rain,
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| Singing, «Why don’t you ask me why I feel no pain?
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| And the reason that keeps me from going insane?
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| — It's my love.»
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| Hold on, for the sailing ships from Heaven won’t be long.
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| Play on, 'til the sailing ships from Heaven come along.
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| Hold on, for the sailing ships from Heaven won’t be long.
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| Play on, 'til the sailing ships from Heaven come along. |