| My mind begins to wander. |
| Way back yonder I recall
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| The day Aunt Osie stood on the porch and said to me, «Be careful of the world
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| and all.»
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| She knew much more than I thought, but I was young too young to know
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| Now I have seen too much too soon and somewhere, and somehow, something’s
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| a-gonna blow
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| Gabriel your face is red. |
| Be careful you’ll hurt your head. |
| And wind up dead
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| Like the world has lost its ears and eyes
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| Is it wise to sympathize, when harmony has been kicked in the knee
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| And sour notes a-singin' their sad, sad song
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| Gabriel won’t you go on home. |
| Gabriel won’t you go on home
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| My mind begins to wonder, way out yonder I can see
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| A brand new star has now been born to make things warm and bright for you and me
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| Hey here, hey there, hey you, I’ve got some proof, it’s really so
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| Peace on earth, goodwill to men. |
| And somewhere, somehow, something’s a-gonna
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| blow
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| Gabriel your face is red. |
| Be careful you’ll hurt your head. |
| And wind up dead
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| Like the world has lost its ears and eyes
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| Is it wise to sympathize, when harmony has been kicked in the knee
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| And sour notes a-singin' their sad, sad song
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| Gabriel won’t you go on home. |
| Gabriel won’t you go on home |