I must leave you for a season
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Go out logging that hardwood timber
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Hardwood timber that grows so low
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In the forest of Fennario
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Tell me what you need to live, love
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Do you ask that you might own
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Keep my blue-eyed hound to guard you
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I will make my way alone
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I will not return in winter
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If I be not back by fall
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Seek me when this small sunflower
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Stands above the garden wall
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Fare you well and I would not weep
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Bid you tend your prayers to keep
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Hill by dale now I must go
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To the forest of Fennario
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Nine-month blew with sleeted rain
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And still he came not back again
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Summoned she the hound to go
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To seek him in Fennario
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He came back the fated day
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To find his lady gone away
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Made haste to follow in her track
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Where she could go but not turn back
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The blue-eyed hound at her side did bay
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While fast her breath did fade away
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She cried out: "Turn, my love, and go
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I would not you see me so"
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Fare you well and I would not weep
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Bid you tend your prayers to keep
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Hill by dale now I must go
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To the forest of Fennario
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I shall not turn, I shall not yield
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Oh, selfsame serpent sting my heel
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That bleeds my lady's blood away
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Beside the blue-eyed hound to lay
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Angels sing their souls to sleep
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Four winds grace their breath to keep
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Up above yon garden wall
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Stands the sunflower, straight and tall
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Fare you well and I would not weep
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Bid you tend your prayers to keep
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Hill by dale now I must go
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To the forest of Fennario
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Lay Of The Sunflower
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| Gov't Mule |
