| I am high upon a mountain
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| When morning calls around it
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| Where I was all with my love
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| Birds fly upon the wing
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| There horses go a-riding
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| And messengers bring tidings
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| And everday they sail away
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| Like the sun beneath the sea
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| Search where no ships are sailing
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| No sound of hearts breaking
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| Or down in deepest Africa
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| No one will find him there
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| But down the sounds of evening
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| In days of my love leaving
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| You will hear the dance rise all around
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| The Isle of Malachy
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| Now waves of stars are breaking
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| They lie on shores of evening
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| They burn at my eyes dreaming
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| Of a fire to melt the sea
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| I will say a prayer forever
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| I will go with light and thunder
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| And tell each soul and stranger
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| The tale and history
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| Search where no ships are sailing
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| No sound of hearts breaking
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| Or down in deepest Africa
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| No one will find him there
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| But down the sounds of evening
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| In days of my love leaving
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| You will see the fire rise all around
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| The Isle of Malachy |