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Well hey, I been down that a-way |
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With a dream on my arm |
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Yet me an' my love we could not stay |
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We heard voices of children |
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An' by little hands were led astray |
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All the boughs bend for us |
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All the earth awaits thee |
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All the stones they will cry out |
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An' ev'ry tongue confess thee |
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Oh my dream come an' take me quickly |
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'Fore the struggle take me |
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Yeah lay me down any way you choose |
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An' let the voices of our children wake me |
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The boughs they all will bend for us |
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An' all the earth awaits thee |
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All the stones they will cry out |
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Yes an' ev'ry tongue confess thee |
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An' though the word yes |
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It falls on deaf ears |
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It is spoken jus' the same |
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The word is stands |
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Look straight at ev'ry man |
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From kings down to the lay |
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Well, I told it fast an' glad |
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The color of a sloe drink or so they say |
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So they say by the light of day |
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Hidden 'neath their wings |
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Of black, brown an' gray |
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The boughs they all will bend for us |
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An' all the earth awaits thee |
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All the stones they will cry out |
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An' ev'ry tongue confess thee |
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An' though the word yes |
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It falls on deaf ears |
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It is spoken jus' the same |
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The word is stands |
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Look straight at ev'ry man |
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From kings down to the lay |
