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See the flowers 'round the altar |
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See the peaches in tins' |
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Neath the headmaster's chair |
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Harvest festival |
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See the two who've been chosen |
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See them walk hand in hand |
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To the front of the hall |
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Harvest festival, harvest festival |
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What was best of all was the |
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Longing look you gave me, that longing look |
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More than enough to keep me fed all year |
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See the children with baskets |
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See their hair cut like corn |
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Neatly combed in their rows |
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Harvest festival, harvest festival |
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What was best of all was the |
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Longing look you gave me, that longing look |
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Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs |
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The longing look you gave me |
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That longing look |
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More than enough to keep me fed all year |
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And what a year when the exams and crops all failed |
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Of course, you passed and you were never seen again |
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We all grew and we got screwed and cut and nailed |
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Then out of nowhere, invitation in gold pen |
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See the flowers 'round the altar |
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See that you too got married |
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And I wish you well |
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Harvest festival, harvest festival |
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What was best of all was the |
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Longing look you gave me, that longing look |
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Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs |
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The longing look you gave me |
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That longing look |
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More than enough to keep me fed all year |
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Harvest festival |
