| I climbed the hill, lay in the grass
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| A little dark-eyed girl drifted past
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| She said all the best is come, it could not last
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| And the worst, it has come true
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| Her hands are small and fluttered up
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| I lay amongst the buttercups
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| I pulled on my coat and buttoned it up
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| For the worst, it had come true
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| Sail away, sail away
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| To a place where your troubles can’t follow
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| Sail away, sail away
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| Save all your tears for tomorrow
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| Orphans of the city moved toward us
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| And the swallows swooped and the starlings warned us
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| And the peril in everything
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| It assured us that the worst had come true
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| And all my sorrows made their bed beside me
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| The shame, the disgrace and the brutality
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| And she whispered then «Let laughter flee.»
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| For the worst, it has come true
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| Dry your tears, forget while we’re here
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| Leave all your sorrows behind you
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| Never lose heart, all things will pass
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| To a place where your troubles can’t find you
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| She came beside me amongst my coat
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| Her breath was warm against my throat
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| We clung to each other so very close
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| For the worst, it had come true
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| Sail away, sail away
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| To a place where your heart will not shame you
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| Take my hand through this night without end
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| For the worst, it has come to claim you
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| Sail away, sail away
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| To a place where no one can betray you
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| Take my hand through this night without end
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| For the worst, it has come to claim you |