| Hear the children crying
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| But I know they cry not in vain
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| Now the times are changing
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| Love has come to bloom again
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| Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops
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| Reminds us of youthful days
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| But now it’s not rain that water the cane crops
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| But the sweat from man’s brow
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| The substance from our spine
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| We got to keep on living, living on borrowed time
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| Hallelujah time
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| Yes, you can hear the children singing
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| Hallelujah time
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| As they go singing by and by
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| Hallelujah time
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| Oh, «hallelujah» singing in the morning
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| Hallelujah time
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| Let them sing, don’t let them cry
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| Over rocks and mountains
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| The sheep are scattered all around
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| Over hills and valleys
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| They are everywhere to be found
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| But though we bear our burdens now
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| All afflictions got to end somehow
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| From swinging the hammer, pulling the plough
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| Why won’t you let us be, to live in harmony
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| We like to be free like birds in a tree |