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oh love of the north with a dream in his hand |
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my love has come home to this beautiful land |
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and he comes through the door with his eyes like the sun |
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and his kit-bag all full of the treasures he's won |
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a bottle, a broom, an old foreign tale |
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the shell of a clam, and the jaws of a whale |
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my kitchen is full of the smell of the sea |
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and all the fine things that my love brings to me |
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come gather your treasures, a garden in bloom |
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and bring them along to our sweet little room |
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with the sun in the morning ablaze on your chest |
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my love has come home from the north or northwest |
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oh love of the north with a dream in his hand |
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my love has come home to this beautiful land |
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and he comes through the door with his eyes like the sun |
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and his kit-bag all full of the treasures he's won |
