Their spirits soar on high
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They wing with birds that float on by
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Your love and mine
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Their spirits with the breeze
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That gently plays the summer leaves
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Your love and mine
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Life is a bird in the sky
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Life is the breeze blowing by
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Time picked the words
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Time picked the songs
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But we sang them wrong
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Their spirits with the rain
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That feeds the wheat and weeds the same
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Your love and mine
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The sun their spirits light
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That feels and warms both black and white
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Your love and mine
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Life is the rain from on high
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Life is the sun in the sky
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Time picked the words
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Time picked the songs
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We were the choir
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But we sang them wrong
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Their spirits bless the cruel
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The intellectual, the fool
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Your love and mine
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Their spirits point the way
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But who has noticed, who will say
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Your love or mine?
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Life is a soft lullaby
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Soothing a child as it cries
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But it cries in pain
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Time wrote the songs
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We hear the cry
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And still we sing wrong
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Hymn For The Children
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| The Barclay James Harvest |
