| Well, hello there restless wind
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| It's been a long time, since you've blown through the streets
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| I really don't mind
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| If you pick me up off my feet, just one last time
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| And take me, where you've gotta go
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| I've been tied to a mast, anchored to a shore
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| Buried in the earth and rooted to the floor
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| As long as you willing, then I'll be sure
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| To go with you, we've gotta go
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| Oh I don't mind, where it is we go
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| From Northumberland's hills, to Yorkshire and her moors
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| The mountains of North Wales to the Cornish Shores
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| As long as you are mine, I'll be yours,
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| I'll go with you where you've got to go.
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| We'll leave England's green, her old country lanes,
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| over the yellow fields of France, to the beaches of Spain
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| As long as you promise to take me home again.
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| I'll go with you where you've got to go.
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| Ooh I don't mind where it is we go
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| Just take me from here
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| take me somewhere I can disappear.
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| You'd take me anywhere my dear.
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| Oh and carry me away.
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| Take me from this old dark day.
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| Restless wind, will you blow my way? |