I've seen a bit of Amsterdam and a bit of Prague
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I've seen a bit of London, twice ,between the fog
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I've seen the North Cathedral and the bars around the beach
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Dublin and Vienna and a dozen more of each
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I've spent a year in exile in the forest to the deep
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The clouds go overhead the spirits that they keep
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The one minute opening your eyes in no place
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Resignation fond with the scales on your face
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Long live The Hudson River Valley
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I've come to California near the place I was born
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I've shed the last remains and myself pity and myself score
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I've come across the Ambers that were left in 'ways
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I won' come up to'and set them to a blaze
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Oh, long live The Hudson River Valley
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I've flew from New York City
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Lack of sight as I was told
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And still I must return to always place that I'll be close
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And 'til I can retire far away where I can hear
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The sounds that my heart now has come to cherish dear
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Oh, long live The Hudson
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Oh, long live The Hudson
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Oh, long live The Hudson River Valley
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Long Live The Hudson River Valley
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| Will Stratton |
