| Early in the morning there’s a whisper in the trees
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child
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| Days are getting harder and the hours are getting long
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| So breathe a breath of me, my child
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| Waking’s never easy when the dawn is bittersweet
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child
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| It’s driven me, It’s driven me, It’s driven me, from sleep
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| So breathe a breath of me, my child
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| And oh, there’s a minute for, a minute for your love
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| And oh, if I could plant a flower in your heart and watch it grow
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| When the shadow’s falling or the sun pains your eyes
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child
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| When the world drives you to seclusion from the lies
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child
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| Should the bridges falter and the rivers turn to stone
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child
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| For you shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be, should never be alone
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| So breathe a breath of me, my child
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| And oh, there’s a reason for, a reason for your love
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| And oh, if I could feel the seasons of your heart
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| And watch them flow
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| Oftentimes a stutter cuts the breezes overhead
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child |
| Birds all chatter softly as the sky is staining red
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child
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| Maybe you’ll forget me when the moon dawns the hills
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child
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| But remember you this place and that your trouble here was stilled
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| Breathe a breath of me, my child
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| And oh, there’s a season for, a season for, your love
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| And oh, I, I wish that broken years could fix a heart
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| And make it |