[Verse 1]
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No more will I down primrose paths wander, as in days gone by;
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But the track of the white trefoil I will follow, till the day I die.
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Though the serpent tries to effect disguise at my three questions he'll quiver and cower,
Em D
As he's reminded once again that he's very near the end,
C D Em
When he'll be blinded by the morning's dawning hour.
[Verse 2]
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As the pool 'round the tree becomes a lake of the clearest, deepest blue,
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The branches will change from brown to green, and the bark will appear as new;
G D Em D
Then the murmuring wind will rise and sing, and the stars will dance upon the water;
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And a mighty shout will be heard all about from God's true sons and daughters.
[Verse 3]
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And the black, bloated raven will croak no more, No more will he be able to fly.
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He will beat his wings but the bones will be snapped, And no more will he darken the sky.
G D Em D
Then the song of the birds will again be heard, But their notes will be different than before;
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For now sadness or sorrow will spoil their song, And they'll sing forever more.
[Verse 4]
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And the pipes will play on that glorious day, weaving their pattern of silk
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Their gentle notes will stroke the air, and the skies will rain with milk
G D Em D
The Possessor will embrace the breath of life and the arrogant be made so meek and mild.
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And everything will they freely bring to the feet of the perfect child.