Hear the children cryin',
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but I know they cry not in vain.
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Now the times are changin';
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love has come to bloom again.
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Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops
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reminds us of youthful days.
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But now it's not rain that water the cane crops,
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but the sweat from man's brow;
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the substance from our spine.
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We gotta keep on living, living on borrowed time:
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Hallelujah time!
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Yes, you can hear the children singing: Hallelujah time!
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As they go singing by and by: Hallelujah time!
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Oh, "hallelujah" singing in the morning.
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Hallelujah time! Let them sing; don't let them cry.
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Over rocks and mountains
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the sheep are scattered all around.
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Over hills and valleys,
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they are everywhere to be found.
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But though we bear our burdens now,
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All afflictions got to end somehow:
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From swinging the hammer, pulling the plough.
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Why won't you let us be, to live in harmony?
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We like to be free like birds in a tree.
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Hallelujah time! Yes, you can hear the children singing.
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Hallelujah time! Yes, as they go singing by and by.
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Hallelujah time! Oh "hallelujah" singing in the morning.
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Let them sing; never let them cry.
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Hallelujah time! "Hallelujah" singin' in the morning.
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Hallelujah
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| Bob Marley |
