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Words, a simple song |
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A minstrel sings a way of life in his eyes |
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Hear the morning call of waking birds |
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When they are singing, bringing love, love |
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Everywhere love is all around |
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Everywhere love is all around |
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Now the winter's gone |
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Cold wind has blown the endless stream in our lives |
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Where the minstrel sings this simple song |
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He's always bringing, singing love, love |
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Everywhere love is all around |
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Everywhere love is all around |
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Listen to the one who sings of love |
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Follow our friend, our wandering friend |
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Listen to the one who sings of love |
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Everywhere love is around, around, around |
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Here the nations sing |
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Our minstrel's song as he walks by in their lives |
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Soon the spring will come |
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And everyone will all be singing, bringing love, love |
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Everywhere love is all around |
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Everywhere love is all around |
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Listen to the one who sings of love |
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Follow our friend, our wandering friend |
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Listen to the one who sings of love |
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Everywhere love is around, around |
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Listen to the one who sings of love |
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Follow our friend, our wandering friend |
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Listen to the one who sings of love |
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Everywhere love is around, around, around |
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Around, around, around |
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Around, around, around |
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Around, around, around... |
