let us run away
to the west there is a hidden sun
where the mountains were born
and in those softer hills there is a sweeter bloom
where the longer shadows lie
beneath that bloom below that golden sky
let us live there you and i
a slender home of a hillock make
pillows of sweet moss
a road of silver pebbles weave
so that we may never be lost
and there beneath the mountain walls
alongside the singing stream
let us live there you and i
let us live until we die
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