boys and girls will see in time
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that they were wrong to go
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fires don't burn at home, like they
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used to burn, those nights
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grew so long
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the scattering
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(all the children say)
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will come again
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(it's taken them away)
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no seeds to fall
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(all the children say)
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no sons to blame
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as one by one they left home
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tired old men
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spin tales of when
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a man could work
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and hold his head up high
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ghosts roam this town
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with pockets full of rye they'd all fall down
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but soon their jars all ran dry
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the scattering
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(all the children say)
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will come again
|
(it's taken them away)
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no seeds to fall
|
(all the children say)
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no sons to blame
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as one by one they left home
|
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the scattering
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(all the children say)
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has come again
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(it's taken them away)
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no seeds to fall
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(all the children say)
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like better days
|
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the scattering
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(all the children say)
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has come again
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(it's taken them away)
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but if skies could fall
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(all the children say)
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with harvest rain
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then one by one...
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they'll come home
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The Scattering
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| Cutting Crew |
