As the spring is made alive the winter dies
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And the final cries of creatures are long behind
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And full of spirit the village starts again
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With one more year for a man to change his ways
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I used to feel things around me stir,
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Grateful for all I received,
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Taking in the sounds and ways of creatures upon the Earth
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Great were the rivers I swam waning out the sun
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As the winter dies the Earth is brought to life
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And a thousand merchant ships sail to find
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A worthy village to land and start again
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With one more year for a man to change his ways
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I used to feel things around me stir,
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Grateful for all I received,
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Taking in the sounds and ways of creatures upon the Earth
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Great were the rivers I swam waning out the sun
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I used to feel things around me stir
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And hear the sounds of creatures upon the Earth
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Grateful for all I received
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Through the winter cold and spring
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Winter Dies
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| Midlake |
