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Up in Manitoba |
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The sky was very blue |
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The people were a few |
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And nights were getting colder |
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And when I heard the sound |
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The sky had turned to red |
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So I got up from my bed |
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And I wandered far from town |
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For I had seen the face of God |
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And I was not afraid |
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I had seen the face of God |
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And I have dearly paid |
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The darkness came, I couldn't see |
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There were no more lights to follow |
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So I slept inside the hollow |
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Of a dead and fallen tree |
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I tell how three days I tried |
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To wake myself? But, no |
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My flesh had turned to snow |
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And I thought I had died |
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Yes I had seen the face of God |
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And I was not afraid |
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I have seen the face of God |
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And I have dearly paid |
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And though I had it rough |
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They got me home in time |
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And they got me homemade wine |
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But it was not enough |
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The cold had made me dumb |
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And I was sent away |
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These walls are here stay |
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For fifty years and some |
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Yes, I have seen the face of God |
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And I am not afraid |
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I have seen the face of God |
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And I have dearly paid |