I heard a voice so pure and easy, a songbird singing for me,
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I had no choice, only to listen, and surrender to her world;
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And she will fly over the rainbow,
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She will walk in fields of gold,
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And when she sings from the high walls of Heaven,
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Will the angels cry like me?
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At first alone, then with hundreds around me,
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Enchanted by her song,
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But as the day is done, and the darkness is falling,
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The songbird sings no more;
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And now she flies over the rainbow,
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And she walks in fields of gold,
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And when she sings from the high walls of Heaven,
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Will the angels cry like me?
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And when she sings from the high walls of Heaven,
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Will the angels cry like me, will the angels cry like me?
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Songbird
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| Chris De Burgh |
