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If I could give you three things,
I would give you these:
Song and laughter and a wooden home
In the shining seas.
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When you see old Isle au Haut
Rising in the dawn,
You will play in yellow fields
In the morning sun.
Sleep where the wind is warm
And the moon is high.
Give sadness to the stars,
Sorrow to the sky.
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Do you hear what the sails are saying
In the wind's dark song?
Give sadness to the wind
Blown alee and gone.
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Sleep now: the moon is high
And the wind blows cold,
For you are sad and young
And the sea is old.
Chorus
If I could give you three things,
I would give you these:
Song and laughter and a wooden home
In the shining seas.
Chorus
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