| I use to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree and I dream of the days,
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| what they’re holdin' for me
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| But all those should know who gaze at the sky. |
| It’s for those who are wise.
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| It’s for those who are wise
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| And the west winds would blow. |
| They’d be singing to me. |
| They’d say, «Look, you,
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| out yonder, just as far as you can see.»
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| But all those should know who gaze at the sky. |
| It’s for those who are wise.
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| It’s for those who are wise
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| And the years went their way as the good years will go. |
| But my dreams linger on
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| in the hills of my home
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| And young men should know who gaze at the sky. |
| It is you who are wise,
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| only you who are wise
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| I used to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree |