[ music: Robert Buck/lyric: Natalie Merchant ]
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come as we go far away
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from the noise of the street
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walk a path so narrow
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to a place where we feel at ease
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some think it is haunting
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to be drawn to the cemetery ground
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as we
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there's a stillness here
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thankful found
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child's pose angelic
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a stone lamb at her feet
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part the matted overgrowth
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to read the carven elegy
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some think it so haunting
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to be drawn to the cemetery ground
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as we
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there's a stillness here
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thankful found
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born in New Albion
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of Rice family elite
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wed to Myron Bilowe
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thrice with sons
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blessed was she
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some think it so haunting
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to be drawn to the cemetery ground
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as we
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God's acre is a fenced in
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hollow ground
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here soon to rise up
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Amelia tender and sweet
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her last words spoke
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all is well
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all is peace
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some think it so haunting
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to be drawn to the cemetery ground
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as we
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God's acre is a fenced in
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hollow ground
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Lilydale
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| 10000 Maniacs |
