I was born beside this river
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'Bout a half a mile from here
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But I never seemed to notice
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That the water ran this clear
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And I've never seen that color green
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Sparkle down the glen
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Now I'll never pass this way again
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I have wandered through that orchard
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And played among her trees
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But I've never heard the secrets
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That she whispers in the breeze
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For the only sound on hallowed ground
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Is the silence of the men
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Who will never pass this way again
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It never shone as beautiful
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As how it looks today
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We never miss the things we love
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'Til they go away
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But I have heard the bugler's call
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And it's time for me to leave
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For there comes a day
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When a man must say
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I will die for what I believe
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I have often thrown my pennies
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In that old wishing well
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And if I had a penny
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I would wish me a spell
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I would kneel and pray
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That here I'd stay
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Forever Amen
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But I'll never pass this way
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No I'll never pass this way
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No I'll never pass this way again
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I'll Never Pass This Way Again
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| Tracy Lawrence |
