I live in the hills
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you live in the valleys
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and all that you know are these blackbirds
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you rise every morning
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wondering what in the world will the world bring today
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will it bring you joy or will it take it away
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and every step you take is guided by
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the love of the light on the land and the blackbird's cry
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you will walk in good company
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the valley is dark
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the burgeoning holding
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the stillness obscured by their judging
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you walk through the shadows
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uncertain and surely hurting
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deserted by the blackbirds and the staccato of the staff
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and though you trust the light towards which you wend your way
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sometimes you feel all that you wanted has been taken away
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you will walk in good company
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I love the best of you
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you love the best of me
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though it is not always easy
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lovely? lonely?
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we will walk in good company
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the shepherd upright and flowing
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you see...
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The Valley
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Jane Siberry |