| Don’t you know it’s darkest before the dawn
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| And it’s this thought keeps me moving on
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| If we could heed these early warnings
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| The time is now quite early morning
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| If we could heed these early warnings
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| The time is now quite early morning
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| Some say that humankind won’t long endure
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| But what makes them so doggone sure?
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| I know that you who hear my singing
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| Could make those freedom bells go ringing
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| I know that you who hear my singing
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| Could make those freedom bells go ringing
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| And so keep on while we live
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| Until we have no, no more to give
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| And when these fingers can strum no longer
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| Hand the old banjo to young ones stronger
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| And when these fingers can strum no longer
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| Hand the old banjo to young ones stronger
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| So though it’s darkest before the dawn
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| These thoughts keep us moving on
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| Through all this world of joy and sorrow
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| We still can have singing tomorrows
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| Through all this world of joy and sorrow
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| We still can have singing tomorrows |