Though bells will ring
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Church steeples were catching fire
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If you promise spring
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Then I'll know you are a liar
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Cause in the spring
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Tender grasses won't burn easily
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Tough thrushes sing
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Still my lover won't return to me
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Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs
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While thistles will burn my feet
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And if you join our chorus
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You will never fear anymore
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So here it comes the chorus
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We will meet on a fatal shore
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Souverian, Souverian the elder
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Souverian, Souverian was free
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Souverian, Souverian we felt her
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So very young so very young were we
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Birds will sing
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Still my lover won't return to me
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You promise spring
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Still my lover won't return to me
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Wild parsnips scald my lungs
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And thistles are burning my feet
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So here it comes the chorus
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You'll never fear anymore
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If you join our chorus
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We will meet on a fatal shore
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Under the elders
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The older get younger
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The younger get over
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Over their elders
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Under the elders
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Pretend that you're older now
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Under the elders
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The older get younger
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The younger get over
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Over the elders
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Under the elders
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Bending your branches down
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We who are so very young
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Still my lover won't return to me
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Thrushes sing
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Still my lover won't return to me
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Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs
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While thistles still burn my feet
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Souverian
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| Andrew Bird |
