| Hear the Voice of my beloved
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| gently call at close of day
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| Come my love, oh come and meet me
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| Rise, oh rise, and come away.
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| Winter’s dark will soon be over
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| And the rains are nearly done
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| Flowers bloom and trees are budding
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| Time for singing has begun.
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| I have waited through the shadows
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| For my Lord to call for me
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| Now the morning breaks eternal;
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| In his light, his face i see
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| Now the morning breaks eternal
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| And atlast his face i see.
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| When you see the fig tree budding,
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| You will know the summer’s near.
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| When you hear the words i’ve spoken,
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| You will know my coming’s near.
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| Keep on listening my beloved,
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| For my coming’s very near. |