| Open your eyes my newborn son
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| See your world that’s new begun
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| Growing the land beneath our feet
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| Heaven sent across to eat crust
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| Hush-a-bye taste the sweetness of your years
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| By and by we’ll all learn the taste of tears
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| Open your eyes my growing son
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| There is hard work to be done
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| Follow your father to his toil
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| His bend your back and break the soil
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| Who can say what you sow beneath the sand
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| Day by day something stirs our sleeping land
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| Open your eyes my gentle son
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| Take your leave and take your gun
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| Follow your father through the hills to the hills
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| Heaven gives and heaven kills
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| Go with God and the youg men in their prime
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| Here I’ll wait where I waited all through time
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| Open your eyes my beloved son
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| Is your day so quickly done?
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| How can you fall asleep so soon
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| When the sun stands yet at noon?
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| Walk with me where we walked spring ago
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| Come and see the flowers have begun to grow
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