I came from the hills with a tear in my eye
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The winter closed in and the crows filled the sky
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The houses were burning the flames gold and red
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The people were running with eyes filled with dread
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Oohh, my James!
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They didn't have to do this!
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When James fell for miles I had tears in my eyes
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Through forest and moor as the clouds filled the sky
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The storm broke upon us with fury and flame
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Both hunters and hunted washed out in the rain
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Oohh, my James!
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They didn't have to do this!
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I know I can never return
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To the time of hope when I was born
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Let the strength of peace run through my hand
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When we walk away from the storm's roar
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Then I will be afraid no more
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And now I'm sure of where I stand
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Let the strength of peace run through this land
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And nobody smiled as we took back our own
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While rain beat upon us the thunder would moan
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And nobody smiled when we knew what was lost
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We knew well enough only time proves the cost
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The Storm
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Big Country |