| The rain moves like little streams
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| Down Parley Street
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| From the meadow where he lay to rest
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| Beneath my feet
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| It’s been years and miles
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| Till the fields of Lancashire
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| Made the journey of my heart
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| Through faith and tears
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| Tender mercies are falling down
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| Like drops of pure love
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| They’re all around
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| I’ve crossed the wide oceans
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| Crossed deep rivers and endless land
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| Look back on my footsteps
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| Now I see His hand
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| I dreamt of you last night
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| On the stretch to Rocky Ridge
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| We were walking hand in hand
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| Back on the Preston Bridge
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| Your face is burned bright
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| Like a frozen memory
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| And I’ll keep holding on
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| Through eternity
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| Tender mercies are falling down
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| Like drops of pure love
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| They’re all around
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| I’ve crossed the wide oceans
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| Crossed deep rivers and endless land
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| Look back on my footsteps
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| Now I see His hand
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| And I will reach forevermore
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| Tender mercies are falling down
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| Like drops of pure love from above
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| They’re all around
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| Tender mercies are falling down
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| Like drops of pure love from above
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| They’re all around… |