| Summertime — the sun would shine
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| We’d lay across the field
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| Sheltered in the shadow of a tree
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| We’d write our poems to take along
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| To sing out on the road
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| And you would always sing this song to me
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| May the road rise to meet you
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| May the wind be at your back
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| May the sun shine warm upon your land
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| May the rain fall soft upon your face until we meet again
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| May God hold you in the palm of His hand
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| Autumn leaves would change our trees
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| To colors on the ground
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| Swirling patterns beautiful to see
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| I’d lay my head down on your lap
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| I wouldn’t make a sound
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| And you would always sing this song to me
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| May the road rise to meet you
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| May the wind be at your back
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| May the sun shine warm upon your land
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| May the rain fall soft upon your face until we meet again
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| May God hold you in the palm of His hand
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| Through the winter days our tree
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| Would shiver in the wind
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| Waiting for the warning touch of Spring
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| I’d hold you in the firelight-
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| We’d stare into the flame
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| And this is what you always used to sing
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| May the road rise to meet you
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| May the wind be at your back
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| May the sun shine warm upon your land
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| May the rain fall soft upon your face until we meet again
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| May God hold you in the palm of His hand
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| May the road rise to meet you
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| May the wind be at your back
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| May the sun shine warm upon your land
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| May the rain fall soft upon your face until we meet again
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| May God hold you in the palm of His hand |