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When the wagons leave the city |
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For the forest and further on |
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Painted wagons of the morning |
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Dusty roads where they have gone |
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Sometimes travelling through the darkness |
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Met the summer coming home |
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Fallen faces by the wayside |
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Looked as if they might have known |
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O the sun was in their eyes |
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And the desert that dries |
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In the country town |
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Where the laughter sounds |
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O the dancing and the singing |
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O the music when they played |
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O the fires that they started |
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O the girls with no regret |
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Sometimes they found it |
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Sometimes they kept it |
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Often lost it on the way |
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Fought each other to possess it |
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Sometimes died in sight of day |
