| The wild geese are dancing in the ripples of the morn
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| My wanderlust is formed
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| I’ve got to follow them wherever they may lead
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| For I am just a sailor on a ship across the land
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| Let me hold your hand
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| To bid farewell so i can knuckle to my knees
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| But I’ll be back again no matter where I go
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| For it’s only love that frees the fire for burning
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| Then I’ll take you in my arms and tell you all I know
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| As I sing the early song of my returning
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| The weary world is waiting for ambition to be played
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| Now young and not afraid
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| I’ve got to challenge every chalice that I know
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| My eager ears are listening for the singing of the sign
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| Deeper are the lines
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| Upon the face that finds reflections in the road
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| Yes, I’ll be back again no matter where I go
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| For it’s only love that frees the fire for burning
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| Then I’ll take you in my arms and tell you all I know
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| As I sing the changing song of my returning
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| My drifting days prepare me to do battle with the night
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| A phantom of the fight
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| I’ve got conquer all the courage of my fears
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| The answer lies in limbo (?) and the harvest will be hard
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| But sacred are the scars
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| That leave their mark on the fast disolving years
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| Yes, I’ll be back again no matter where I go
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| For it’s only love that frees the fire for burning
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| Then I’ll take you in my arms and tell you all I know
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| As I sing the growing song of my returning
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| Time must have her victory
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| It’s that I’ve always known
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| But I won or lost alone
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| And when a voice calls out «there's someone you must meet»
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| With every strength remaining
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| I will suffer one more scene
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| I’ll gather all my dreams
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| And with my final breath
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| I’ll lay them at your feet
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| Yes, I’ll be back again no matter where I go
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| For it’s only love that frees the fire for burning
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| Then I’ll take you in my arms and tell you all I know
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| As I sing the final song of my returning |