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I dwell in…………...
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I dwell in the north in the green country
Far I'm here, far I'm here
And I take to my rest at the end of day,
Whilst o'erhead pretty stars do play
And then I dream along
Then I make a song
About everything that I've known and felt
And it makes my sadness melt
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Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day
The rain has gone away,
Watching the children sing and play
In the garden and the roadway
Up comes a little one singing a song
About a friend she knows called Rosie
Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie
All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly.
