Farewell now my sister
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Up ahead there lies your road
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And your conscience walks beside you
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It's the best friend you will ever know
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And the past is now your future
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It bears witness to your soul
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Make sure that the love you offer up
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Does not fall on barren soil.
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For the wind cries of late
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In the whispering grass.
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Our way of life is held
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In the spinning wheels of chance.
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I believe in the ways of an older law
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When we used to dance to a different drum
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And we are changing are ways
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Yes we are taking on different roads
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Tell me more about the forest
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That you once called home.
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For the wind cries of late
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In the whispering leaves
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And the sun will turn to waste
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The heavens we build above.
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Father teach your children
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To treat our mother well
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If we give her back her diamonds
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She will offer up her pearl.
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But I'm not bitter no I'm surviving
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To face the world, to raise the future.
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So why don't you tell me, come on and tell me
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About the world you left behind.
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Come on and tell me.
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Tell Me About The Forest (You Once Called Home)
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| Dead Can Dance |
