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A warm wind is blowing through the valleys and the mountain tops |
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Down the road to a place we know so well |
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The children are running with ribbons in their baby hands |
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While we all gather 'round the Giving Tree |
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Let's go sing songs, the blue ones |
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Let's go sing about the Lord above |
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And thank the old sun for all we have |
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The sad times, the glad times |
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The babies swinging in our arms |
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Just don't seem like much like rain 'round the Giving Tree |
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Like the shedherds once followed a star bright up in the sky |
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We've come to say, come be with us know |
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Come give us a good one |
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Come give us a happy time |
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While we all here dance 'round the Giving Tree |
