| The green one sleeps underneath the falls
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| Deep in the roar of water he slowly dreams the world
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| And those who venture close to that shadow 'neath the sea
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| They fall asleep forever in the eddy of the reeds
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| Don’t listen, don’t listen to the call
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| Turn away, away, from the whisper in the falls
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| On the first summer nights the windows open wide
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| The world expands in darkness, black waters rushing by
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| There are hunters in the hedges. |
| There are whispers In the green
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| The soaking mud is hungry, closer now it seeps
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| Don’t listen, don’t listen to the call
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| Turn away, away, from the hissing in the walls
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| Be careful summer nights. |
| Keep the windows closed
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| Outside the yard is crawling. |
| The heavy branches bow
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| In heat the world remembers when all rushed with the sea
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| In heat the old waves rise again to claim what has crawled free
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| Don’t listen, don’t listen to the call
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| Turn away, away, from the one beneath the falls |