The young man rose his pretty face,
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All for to feel the salty spray.
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When storms are mustering, they say
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I'll come and take you all away.
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I am a traveller by trade,
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I only have what I have made.
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A fortune teller too they say,
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And I can take you all away.
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Chorus
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Listen Listen to him do.
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He is the one who is for you.
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Listen, they say
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He'll come and take us all away.
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And over there the young man stayed,
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Upon on the rocks so rough and grey.
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Watching the boy, watching the day
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Thinking of how he came to be.
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A young man he, he is so real,
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And never more to go astray.
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He is of value now they say,
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And he can take himself away.
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(Chorus)
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Listen, Listen / Ecoute, Ecoute
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| Sandy Denny |
