| So the blue bird will fly o’er the world and the stars
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| In the moonlight we pray for forgiveness that’s ours
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| Only now can she rest from the singing of songs
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| And the freedom of love
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| Chances are when you give the love you have
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| You will find it coming right back
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| Giving into the love, you know it’s right
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| It’s a feeling you’ll long remember
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| Hearts will be chosen…
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| Somehow… Someday…
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| Hearts will be chosen…
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| Sailing into the dreams of what could be
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| Reaching out for some form of contact
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| Waiting for the one you know is right
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| All you’re needing to do, surrender
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| Someday…
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| Hearts will be chosen…
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| Somehow… Someday…
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| Hearts will be chosen…
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| So many times on the clouds of forgiveness
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| We walk through the country and feel so at ease
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| A gentle reminder how things really are
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| In the homelands of love
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| Face to face with the one you really love
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| Moving forward down the right track
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| Chances are when you give all that you have
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| You will find it flooding right back
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| Someday…
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| Hearts will be chosen…
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| Somehow… Someday…
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| Hearts will be chosen…
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| O’er the green mountains and o’er the green valleys
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| The blue bird of faith sails far off to the shore
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| She sleeps on the breeze of the coming of love
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| For the homelands of Ireland
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| So many times on the clouds of forgiveness
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| We walk through the country and feel so at ease
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| A gentle reminder how things really are
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| In our homelands of love
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| So the blue bird will fly o’er the world and the stars
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| In the moonlight she prays for forgiveness that’s ours
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| Only now can she rest from the singing of songs
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| And the freedom of love |