| When the hills are aglow with the light at the end of the day
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| And we usher our children into the shade
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| In the warm summer silence suspended aloft in the air
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| There a cricket sings alone
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| Ancient songs of home
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| Where now
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| Deep in the forest
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| That no one dares to see or know
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| A young spark smoulders
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| All around the world they weep
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| Now they know it’s true-true-true-true
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| The Sun’s returned to send us home to Earth
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| Everybody takes their time making work to do-do-do-do
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| But no one will be left here to remember us
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| When the fires come
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| As a pillar of smoke reaches over to strangle the land
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| We desert all we have as fast as we can
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| For the valleys
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| Then I see when I look right behind me
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| At the seam of the rocks and the trees, it roars
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| It’s angry
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| All around the world they weep
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| Now they know it’s true
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| The Sun’s returned to send us home to Earth
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| Everybody takes their time making work to do
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| But no one will be left here to remember us
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| When the…
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| All around the world they weep
|
| Now they know it’s true-true-true-true
|
| The Sun’s returned to send us home to Earth
|
| Everybody takes their time making work to do-do-do-do
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| But no one will be left here to remember us
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| When the fires come
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| When the fires come
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| When the fires come |