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When the sun rises over the mountains |
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And my tears turn the colour of gold |
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Not even the blue of the ocean |
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Can compare to the shade of my soul |
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Every day, every night, I am crying |
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For my loved one has gone away |
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To faraway lands for the money |
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Had he stayed we might all have died |
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Many days, many weeks, many months now |
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And I haven't heard from him not a word |
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The waves toss me back many rumors |
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That my husband won't likely be back |
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Then one morning in the dead of winter |
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Wedged in the door a tattered old letter |
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It must have been left by a sailor |
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Who did good on a promise to honour |
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dearest wife dearest son dearest daughter |
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I am writing with the shakiest of hands |
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If you ever get this letter |
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Then I never have made it to land |
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When the sun rises over the mountains |
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And my tears turn the colour of gold |
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Not even the blue of the ocean |
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Can compare to the shade of my soul |
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Not even the blue of the ocean |
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Can compare to the shade of my soul |
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