| As I went a walkin' one mornin' in spring
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| I met with some travelers in an old country lane
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| One was an old man, the second a maid,
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| And the third was a young boy who smiled as he said
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| We’ve the wind in the willows,
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| And the birds in the sky,
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| We’ve a bright sun to warm us,
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| Where ever we lie
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| We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
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| To share on our journey with all of mankind
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| I sat down beside them,
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| The flowers all around,
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| And we ate on a mantle spread out on the ground
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| They told me of prophets and princes and kings
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| And they spoke of the one god who knows everything
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| I asked them to tell me their name and their race
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| So I might remember their kindness and grace
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| My name is Joseph, this is Mary my wife
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| And this is our young son, our pride and delight
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| We travel the whole world, by land and by sea
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| To tell all the people how they might be free
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| Like the
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| Sadly, I left them, in an old country lane
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| For I knew that I never would see them again
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| One was an old man, the second a maid
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| And the third was a young boy who smiled as he said
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| We’ve the wind… |