| Where the wind blows
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| willow weep, water deep
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| running along by the weir
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| and the boat goes
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| on the water brown, whirling round
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| flashing his eyes at the sun
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| Sunday on the river
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| with the time flowing by
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| I catch the morning
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| row a while row, just lie back
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| and gaze at the sky
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| reeds are swaying
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| beyond their head, where instead
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| of gloomy walls, trees roll by
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| Sunday on the river
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| with the time flowing by
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| I want you here by me
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| where the water’s cool, in the river pool
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| and no one’s around, to see
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| Where the wind blows
|
| willow weep, water deep
|
| running along by the weir
|
| and the boat goes
|
| on the water brown, whirling round
|
| flashing his eyes at the sun
|
| Sunday on the river
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| with the time flowing by
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| Sunday on the river
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| with the time flowing by |