| Hand me the pencil and tell me your story again
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| Of Your jorney and travels that have led you through the land
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| Sing me that song you were humming right there in the green
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| When you passed by these crossroads that led you up to me
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| And our song will be heard through the bright sunny fields
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| Where far in the distance the mountains meet the sky
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| And our song will be heard in the blue shady valleys
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| Where the moonlight is dancing on the lillies
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| Sing me that song where it says how you got all your scars
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| How your foes yond your enemies tried to make you fall
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| Tell me again f the day when you fought them all down
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| Of your strength and your victories that made you travel on
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| And our song will be heard through the bright sunny fields
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| Where far in the distance the mountains meet the sky
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| And our song will be heard in the blue shady valleys
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| Where the moonlight is dancing on the lillies
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| Sing me your song that you learned from your sisters so dear
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| That was passed on carefully to you through all those years
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| Sing me that verse one more time where it says I can learn
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| How we’re all just the sum of every song we ever hear
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| And our song will be heard through the bright sunny fields
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| Where far in the distance the mountains meet the sky
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| And our song will be heard in the blue shady valleys
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| Where the moonlight is dancing on the lillies |