| When I leave this world behind me
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| To another I will go
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| If there are no pipes in heaven
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| I’ll be going down below
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| If friends in time be severed
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| Someday we will meet again
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| I’ll return to leave you never
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| Be a piper to the end
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| This has been a day to die for
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| Now the day has almost done
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| Up above a choir of seabirds
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| Turns to face the setting sun
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| Now the evening dawn is calling
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| And all the hills are burning red
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| And before the night comes falling
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| Clouds are lined with golden thread
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| We watched the fires together
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| Shared our quarters for a while
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| Walked the dusty roads together
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| Came so many miles
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| This has been a day to die on
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| Now the day is almost done
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| Here the pipes will lay beside me
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| Silent will the battle drum
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| If friends in time be severed
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| Someday here we will meet again
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| I return to leave you never
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| Be a piper to the end |