| Away, away, come away with me
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| Where the grass grows wild and the winds blow free
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| Away, away, come away with me
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| And I’ll build you a home in the meadow
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| Come, come, there’s a wondrous land
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| For the hopeful heart and the willing hand
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| Come, come, there’s a wondrous land
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| Where I’ll build you a home in the meadow
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| The stars, the stars, oh, how bright they’ll shine
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| On a world the Lord himself designed
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| The stars, the stars, oh, how bright they’ll shine
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| On the home we will build in the meadow
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| Come, come, there’s a wondrous land
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| For the hopeful heart and the willing hand
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| Come, come, there’s a wondrous land
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| Where I’ll build you a home in the meadow |