| She sings her songs with open eyes
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| Never holding in the pain
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| Of all the generations she sings about
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| She sings her songs with open eyes
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| Songs of distant voices through her they go
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| She stands and sings straight as a lighthouse
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| In the eye of the wind and rain
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| They bring her songs of Uisneach
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| And on they go again
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| In her voice everything turns to light
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| And her open eyes look across the night
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| She sings
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| Wear your troubles lightly
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| Root your life in the day
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| Respect yourself now
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| The love you’ve yet to know
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| Will guide your way
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| She sings her songs with open eyes
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| She sings her songs with open eyes
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| She sings her songs with open eyes
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| And all the bad days fly… fly away… fly away
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| She sings her songs with open eyes
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| She sings her songs with open eyes |