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Long, long ago a child was born |
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The song of a lone church bell kept him warm |
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When he's faraway, faraway from home |
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Many seasons pass, the boy is a man |
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His eyes seen the world with a soldiers hands |
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Across the ocean blue the bell fell from grace |
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She sleeps in dew kissed moss silent and replaced |
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And she's faraway, faraway from home |
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His eyes are as clear as the deep blue sea |
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And he will sing, sing to the heavens |
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Sing to the ocean, treasure the sound |
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Sing, sing of the power |
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Sing of the riches deep in the ground |
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The last battle fought he closes his eyes |
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They built a statue tall to remember his life |
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It shines with jewels from kings, silver and gold |
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And bronze from the old church bell complete the mold |
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Never faraway, faraway from home |
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Together they shine like a fire star |
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And they will sing, sing to the heavens |
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Sing to the ocean, treasure the sound |
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Sing, sing of the power |
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Sing of the riches deep in the ground |
