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Winter comes around, |
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And he knows he is homeward bound, |
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His heartbeat is the only sound he's known, |
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He once lost his way, |
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He knows now that was yesterday, |
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He fell down on his knees to pray for home. |
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We'll sing to the morning, |
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We'll sing till the bells they sound, |
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found. |
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We'll sing to the morning, |
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We'll sing till the bells they sound, |
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found. |
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He's found his way at last, |
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With each turn a new dawn was cast, |
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His friends now hold him steady fast and true. |
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With peace in his eyes, |
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The fear now is a pain in the skies, |
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With friends near he sees only skies of blue |
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We'll sing to the morning, |
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We'll sing till the bells they sound, |
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found. |
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We'll sing to the morning, |
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We'll sing till the bells they sound, |
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found. |
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It's clearer every day, |
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He knows now he is here to stay, |
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He cares not why he went away so long. |
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He's found where he belongs, |
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He knows he's been here all along, |
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He is smiling as he joins his friends in song. |
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We'll sing to the morning, |
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We'll sing till the bells they sound, |
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found. |
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We'll sing to the morning, |
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We'll sing till the bells they sound, |
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We'll sing now the wandering soul is found. |
