Over the hills and far...
And I shall stay.
I will. I’ll find that sleigh
That’ll take us astray,
Away.
From all the heresy I see again
In those days of mine, so grey,
So frayed.
Don’t be afraid.
I’ll stay with you, I say,
And I shall lead the way.
Through dirt and clay
We’ll pace – or nay,
We’ll run –
Away.
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