| I remember the promise
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| That you made in the barn
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| When the kittens were born
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| And you could not keep warm
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| So you moved away the mountain
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| That the sun rose behind
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| And you said yourself a prayer
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| And laid down with the blind
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| But you lost them in your freedom
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| And you need him now, you’re wild
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| Blessed is the memory
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| Of everybody’s child
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| And the vow of compassion
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| That you swore through your teeth
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| When the war began to end
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| And the photographs weep
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| Well, nobody blames you
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| As the train pulls away
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| With its cargo of snow
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| For these German paper-weights
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| But you lost them in your freedom
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| And you need him now, you’re wild
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| Blessed is the memory
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| Of everybody’s child
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| Well, its five in the morning
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| There’s no one home
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| Except for your wife
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| And your child on the phone
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| Somebody’s got to listen
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| To a promise or two
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| Oh, this room is far too small
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| For a pilgrim like you
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| But you lost them in your freedom
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| And you need him now, you’re wild
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| Blessed is the memory
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| Of everybody’s child
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| So, now that you’ve decided
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| To follow the sun
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| Like a shadow of birds
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| Or a king on the run
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| Oh, your chains are too dark
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| For the seas you must swim
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| You are smiling at the seaweed
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| But your smile is too grim
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| But you lost them in your freedom
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| And you need him now, you’re wild
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| Blessed is the memory
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| Of everybody’s child
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| Blessed is the memory
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| Of everybody’s child
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| Blessed is the memory
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| Of everybody’s child |