| A minstrel sings
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| A way of life in his eyes
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| Hear the morning call of waking birds
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| When they are singing, bringing
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| Love — love.
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| Everywhere love is all around,
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| Everywhere love is all around.
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| Now the winter’s come
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| Cold wind has blown
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| The endless stream in our lives
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| Where the minstrel sings
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| This simple song
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| He’s always bringing, singing,
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| Love — love.
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| Everywhere love is all around,
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| Everywhere love is all around.
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| Listen to the one
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| Who sings of love.
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| Follow our friend,
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| Our wandering friend,
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| Listen to the one,
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| Who sings of love.
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| Everywhere love is around,
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| Around, around.
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| Hear the nations sing
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| Our minstrel’s song,
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| As he walks by in their lives
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| Soon the spring will come,
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| And everyone will all be singing, bringing
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| Love — love
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| Everywhere love is all around,
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| Everywhere love is all around.
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| Listen to the one
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| Who sings of love.
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| Follow our friend,
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| Our wandering friend,
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| Listen to the one,
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| Who sings of love.
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| Everywhere love is around,
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| Around, around. |