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At the edge of a dream, it seems |
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I walk at the edge of a field |
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I touch the soil |
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Searching for something |
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To the ground I kneel, I feel |
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The presence of all who went before |
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And suddenly |
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The veil between us is no more |
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Like a fastforwarding film the surroundings change |
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The clouds passed swiftly overhead |
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But the field is constant, at ease |
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Like a warm, green bed |
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For aeons did my fathers draw |
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Their life up from this earth |
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Now next to this my years of rambling |
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Seem of little worth |
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And in a flash I want nothing |
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But to tend this piece of land |
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Provide for myself and my kin |
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By the strength of my hand |
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Give me well-tilled earth |
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Under an open sky |
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Ale and song as the evening goes by |
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Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep |
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All in a simple man's dream |
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All else you can keep |
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Here nothing's changed |
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Save for the lessening of hope |
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For I've been a rambler, a pirate, a gambler |
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I don't know |
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How to make things grow |
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And it frightens me we keep our fortunes |
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Locked in towers of glass |
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And soon we must bury our future |
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When we lose our past |
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Give me well-tilled earth |
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Under an open sky |
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Ale and song as the evening goes by |
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Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep |
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All in a simple man's dream |
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All else you can keep |
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Not lightly balanced are the scales |
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When fortune's weighed against ambition |
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Happier it seems is he |
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Who does not struggle for a mission |
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No one recalls how the picture should look |
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All cling to his own little piece of the puzzle |
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Always on the hunt for new distractions |
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Gone is the joy of working the muscle |
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It's like peeling an onion |
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Trying to remove all that's foul and false |
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I know there is truth in this ground |
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Hear the sound |
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As down the ages it calls |
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Give me well-tilled earth |
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Under an open sky |
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Ale and song as the evening goes by |
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Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep |
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All in a simple man's dream |
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Give me well-tilled earth |
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Under an open sky |
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Ale and song as the evening goes by |
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Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep |
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All in a simple man's dream |
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And the rest you can keep |
