Out on the Mira one warm afternoon,
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Old men go fishing with black line and spoon
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And if they catch nothing they never complain,
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I wish I was with them again.
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As boys in their boats call to girls on the shore,
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Teasing the one that they really adore,
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And into the evening the courting begins,
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I wish I was with them again.
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Can you imagine a piece of the universe
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more fit for princes and kings?
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I'll give you ten of your cities
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for Marion bridge and the pleasure it brings
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Out on the Mira on soft summer nights
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Bonfires blaze to the children's delight
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They dance round the flames singing songs with their friends;
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I wish I was with them again.
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And over the ashes the stories are told
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Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold
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The stars on the river they sparkle and spin;
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I wish I was with them again.
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Can you imagine a piece of the universe
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more fit for princes and kings?
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I'll give you ten of your cities
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for Marion bridge and the pleasure it brings
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Out on the Mira the people are kind,
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They'll treat you to home-brew and help you unwind.
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And if you come broken they'll see that you mend
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I wish I was with them again.
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And thus I conclude with a wish you go well,
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Sweet be your dreams, may your happiness swell,
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I'll leave you here, for my journey begins,
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I'm going to be with them, going to be with them,
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I'm going to be with them again.
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Song For The Mira
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| Anne Murray |
