In the morning, When I rise Little children Ask me why, Why I don`t sing my songs again... Just like an eagle Flying high Beyond the clouds To free his mind Of a world he left behind... In my heart I sing Melodies have pretty things Listen And you`ll hear my sounds again I am young And I am old Take my heart, take my soul I`m here again Here again to be with you Like a river Rolling wild My heart is yearning And I wonder why I`m seeing visions of a life I`ve never seen
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