THE SWALLOW SONG
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(Richard Farina, 1964)
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Come wander quietly and listen to the wind
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Come here and listen to the sky
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Come walking high above the rolling of the sea
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And watch the swallows as they fly
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There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings
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There is no choir like their song
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There is no power like the freedom of their flight
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While the swallows roam alone
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Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice
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Hear the trembling in the stone
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Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night
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Do you hear the swallows when they've flown?
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And will the breezes blow the petals from your hand
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And will some loving ease your pain
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And will the silence strike confusion from your soul
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And will the swallows come again?
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The Swallow Song
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| Joan Baez |
