| I’m the son of the wild swan of Flanders
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| Who sailed on a river of dreams
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| My mother, the swan, has left me and gone
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| My home is the banks of the stream
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| And the marvelous clouds sail by
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| Marvelous clouds
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| Aloft in the soft summer sky
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| Marvelous clouds
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| I’ve seen all the lovers in doorways
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| I’ve heard every promise at dawn
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| I’ve spent too much time just standing in line
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| To be told I should move along
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| And the marvelous clouds sail by
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| Marvelous clouds
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| Aloft in the soft summer sky
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| Marvelous clouds
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| I’ve looked at the eyes of your heroes
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| As they sailed home from far distant lands
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| The mud on their uniforms, mud on their boots
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| Blood on their faces and hands
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| And the marvelous clouds sail by
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| Marvelous clouds
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| Aloft in the soft summer sky
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| Marvelous clouds
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| My father the king of the mountain
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| Looks down and watches his child
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| Come home says he, if you hate what you see
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| You’re young and the country is wild
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| But I stay and I wait for the cannons
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| And the drums to stop drumming my ears
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| Is it too late mankind, have you run out of time
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| It’s a matter of days or just years
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| And the marvelous clouds sail by
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| Marvelous clouds
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| Aloft in the soft summer sky
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| Marvelous clouds
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| Marvelous clouds
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| Marvelous clouds
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| The marvelous clouds |