Winter comes around,
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And he knows he is homeward bound,
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His heartbeat is the only sound he's known,
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He once lost his way,
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He knows now that was yesterday,
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He fell down on his knees to pray for home.
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We'll sing to the morning,
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We'll sing till the bells they sound,
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found.
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We'll sing to the morning,
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We'll sing till the bells they sound,
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found.
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He's found his way at last,
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With each turn a new bond was cast,
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His friends now hold him steady fast and true.
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With peace in his eyes,
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The fear now is a pain in the skies,
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With friends near he sees only skies of blue
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We'll sing to the morning,
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We'll sing till the bells they sound,
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found.
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We'll sing to the morning,
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We'll sing till the bells they sound,
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found.
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It's clearer every day,
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He knows now he is here to stay,
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He cares not why he went away so long.
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He's found where he belongs,
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He know he's been here all along,
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He is smiling as he joins his friends in song.
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We'll sing to the morning,
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We'll sing till the bells they sound,
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We'll sing till the wandering soul is found.
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We'll sing to the morning,
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We'll sing till the bells they sound,
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We'll sing now the wandering soul is found.
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Wandering Soul
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| Kate Rusby |
