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I came from the land of the long grass and gorse |
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I flew with the eagle and |
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I ran with the horse |
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And I played with the wild wind and whistled its tune |
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I ebbed with the ocean and slept in the moon |
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Chorus: And you brought me down gently |
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You brought me down clean |
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You fed me the summer |
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You fed me your dreams |
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Your hands held the wound |
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And heart healed the pain |
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And your eyes stole the light |
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Of the moon as it waned |
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We journeyed the moorlands and oceans of blue |
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We slept with the dawn and we rose with the dew |
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And we sang with the breezes of the year to be born |
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We lay in the long grass when the scythe took the corn |
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Chorus: And you brought me down gently |
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You brought me down clean |
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You fed me the summer |
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You fed me your dreams |
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Your hands held the wound |
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And heart healed the pain |
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And your eyes stole the light |
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Of the moon as it waned |
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I will fall with the leaves, |
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I'll turn with the land |
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I'll chill with the first frost that stings on your hand |
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But I gathered the seeds from the gorse and the broom "I'll lay them forever," said the |
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Man in the |
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Moon Chorus: |
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And you brought me down gently |
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You brought me down clean |
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You fed me the summer |
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You fed me your dreams |
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Your hands held the wound |
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And heart healed the pain |
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And your eyes stole the light |
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Of the moon as it waned |
