| With me in the valley you out on the hill
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| I can just see you if I close my eyes
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| Climbing those mountains I picture you still
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| I see your smile just as I saw the sunrise
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| This land is ancient it’s built out of bones
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| At war with each other, the mother, the father
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| The sisters, the brothers, the daughters and sons
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| Be kind to each other, your father, your mother
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| On the horizon the eagles are flying
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| And I mean no more than a cloud in the sky
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| I never know if I’m laughing or crying
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| The hardest word is the word goodbye
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| Teach me the old ways I’m ready to learn
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| Be kind to the sister, be kind to the brother
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| The writer, the singer, the poet, the clown
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| Be good to the man and be kind to them all
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| And we are ancient built from bones
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| Make time for the young and make time for the old
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| Be kind to each other oh that’s what I know
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| Be kind to the mothers, daughters and sons
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| The true and the great and the scared and the small
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| Be kind to each other, be kind to them all
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| Forgive our indignity and we forgive yours
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| As I am the mother, you are the father
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| Entwined in each other, now and forever
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| The fathers of daughters, the mothers of sons
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| Forever and ever and ever as one
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| As we are the fathers, we are the sons
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| And we are the daughters, the mothers and brothers
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| Forever and ever and ever as one |