Shine, bright morning light,
Now in the air the spring is coming.
Sweet blowing wind,
Singing down the hills and valleys.
Keep your eyes on me,
Now we're on the edge of hell.
Dear my love, sweet morning light,
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far...
Shine, bright morning light,
Now in the air the spring is coming.
Sweet blowing wind,
Singing down the hills and valleys.
Keep your eyes on me,
Now we're on the edge of hell.
Dear my love, sweet morning light,
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far...

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