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FATHER |
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There can be no dark force in this world, |
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That could take the soul of a child. |
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No spectre so grim would dare to be heard, |
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No beast could be so wild. |
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So rest my child and save yourself, |
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For the journey we must undertake. |
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I've done all I can but I need to get help, |
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And soon your fever will break. |
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SON |
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Father, dear Father the Erl king is near, |
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I can see the fire in his eyes. |
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I can hear his voice whispering in my ears |
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Like a million children's cries. |
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FATHER |
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My Son, My Son you have nothing to fear, |
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And the stars are the only light you see. |
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The wind in the trees is the only voice you hear |
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And the crying you hear is me. |
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SON |
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Father, dear Father surely you can see |
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That beckoning figure standing there. |
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His bony hands are reaching out for me |
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And he's running his fingers through my hair. |
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FATHER |
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My Son, My Son your illness will not last |
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And help is just over this rise. |
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Those hands are just branches |
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Brushing us as we pass |
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So please can you open your eyes! |
