Big mountain, wide river,
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there's an ancient call,
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these tree trunks these stream beds,
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leave our bellies full
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they sing out, I am gonna stand my ground
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you rise to me and I'll blow you down
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I am gonna stand my ground
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you rise to me and I'll blow you down
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Hey Henry, can you hear me,
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let me see those eyes
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this distance, between us
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can seem a mountain size
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but boy, you are gonna stand your ground
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they rise to you you'll blow them down
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let me see you stand your ground
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they rise to you you'll blow them down
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My darling, my sweetheart,
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I am in your sway,
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two cold climbs, come spring time
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so let me hear you say, my love
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I am gonna stand my ground, they rise to me and I'll blow them down
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I am gonna stand my ground, they rise to me and I'll blow them down
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cause I am gonna stand my ground you rise to me and I'll blow you down
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Rise To Me
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| The Decemberists |
