I saw you yonder
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Where soon the snows will cover
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There, where the columbine will grow
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Then I saw something
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Makes me know that I know nothing
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While high upon a steady wing
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The wild geese make their way
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Amber, yellow fields
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Topaz red and rust reveal
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There's still something
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You're yearning for
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Seasons come, seasons go
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Little one you know
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Come here and take my hand
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Help me understand
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We're gonna fly away
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We're gonna fly away
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We'll fly and fly and fly and fly and fly
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And maybe we'll find home.
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Winter's coming, thought's abiding
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Like a fox where some moon's hiding
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In the dark you see a distant glow
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So you go on in your dreams
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Where what it is is what it seems
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While all along the source of spring
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Is living in a song
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We're gonna fly away
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We're gonna fly away
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We'll fly and fly and fly and fly and fly
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Until we find our home.
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We're gonna fly away
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We're gonna fly away
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We'll fly and fly and fly and fly and fly
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The earth is still our home.
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Come Fly Away
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Jimmie Dale Gilmore |