| There’s a lady who’s sure
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| All that glitters is gold
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| And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
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| When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
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| With a word she can get what she came for.
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| Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
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| There’s a sign on the wall
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| But she wants to be sure
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| 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
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| In a tree by the brook,
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| There’s a songbird who sings,
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| Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
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| Ooh, it makes me wonder, ooh, it makes me wonder.
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| There’s a feeling I get
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| When I look to the west,
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| And my spirit is crying for leaving.
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| In my thoughts I have seen
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| Rings of smoke through the trees,
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| And the voices of those who standing looking.
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| Ooh, it makes me wonder,
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| Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
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| And it’s whispered that soon
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| If we all call the tune
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| Then the piper will lead us to reason.
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| And a new day will dawn
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| For those who stand long
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| And the forests will echo with laughter.
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| If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow,
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| Don’t be alarmed now,
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| It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.
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| Yes, there are two paths you can go by,
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| But in the long run
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| There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
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| And it makes me wonder.
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| Your head is humming and it won’t go,
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| In case you don’t know,
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| The piper’s calling you to join him,
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| Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
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| And did you know
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| Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
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| And as we wind on down the road
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| Our shadows taller than our soul.
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| There walks a lady we all know
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| Who shines white light and wants to show
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| How ev’rything still turns to gold.
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| And if you listen very hard
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| The tune will come to you at last.
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| When all are one and one is all
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| To be a rock and not to roll.
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| And she’s buying a stairway to heaven. |