| There there child, there there child
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| Don’t it make you feel alright
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| There there child, don’t it all look good tonight
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| And you feel like going but you gotta stay
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| Ain’t no time for to hop on a freight train
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| And you feel like laying in the morning hay
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| 'Cause it’s time for a nap now, before rain
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| There there child, don’t it make you satisfied
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| There there child, you can rest your weary eyes
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| And you feel like walking on a mountain top
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| Or a ride on a boat up the river
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| And the last lonely sheep has returned to the flock
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| As you wing over the white cliffs of Dover
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| There there child, there’s a glint in your eye for surprise
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| There there child, are you ready to don your disguise, yes you are
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| Sun goes down across the pond and the wind, wind is blowing wild
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| And the swallow soars and the lion roars
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| Outside your front door, by the oak tree in the meadow
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| There there child, there there child
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| Are you ready to don your disguise
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| There there child, there’s a glint in your eye for surprise
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| Do you feel like walking on a mountain top
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| Or ride on a boat up the river
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| And the last lonely sheep has returned to the flock
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| As you wing over the white cliffs of dover
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| As you wing over the white cliffs of dover, straight ahead
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| As you wing over the white cliffs of dover, straight ahead
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| You wing over the white cliffs of dover |