(Henry/Holdridge)
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Whalebones and crosses stand against the Arctic sky.
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The wind blows through the graveyard where our fallen fathers lie.
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Eternal snow that covers them, the shadows of the sun.
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The mighty struggle on the seas, a way of life is run.
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I'll sing for you my father, for the ancient sacred ways.
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How the hunter loved the hunted, how the night becomes the day.
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The circle of the mighty spirit keeps us in its fold.
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The warmth of understanding like a light shot through the cold.
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Then bring to me my people, touch them with your loving hands.
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Lead them from confusion, lead them back unto the land.
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For sickness seems to block their path, it clouds my people's eyes.
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The promise that an idle truth will reap a golden lie.
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Whalebones and crosses stand against the Arctic sky.
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The wind blows through the graveyard where our fallen fathers lie.
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The timeless hunt, a journey back to what we once came from.
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Compassion and nobility beneath the midnight sun.
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The mighty struggle on the seas, a way of life is run.
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Whalebones And Crosses
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| John Denver |
