| I heard it from the valleys
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| I heard it ringing in the mountains
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| Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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| I heard it from the valleys
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| I heard him singing in the mountains
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| Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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| Robert, when I drowse to-night
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| Skirting lawns of sleep to chase
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| Shifting dreams in mazy light
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| Somewhere then I’ll see your face
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| Turning back to bid me follow
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| Where I wag my arms and hollow
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| Over hedges hasting after
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| Crooked smile and baffling laughter
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| We know such dreams are true
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| He’s come back, all mirth and glory
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| -Running tireless, floating, leaping
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| -Down your web-hung woods and valleys
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| -Where the glowworm stars are peeping
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| Like the prince in a fairy story
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| -Till I find you, quiet as stone
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| -On a hill-top all alone
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| -Staring outward, gravely pondering
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| -Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering
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| Winter called him far away
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| -You and I have walked together
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| -In the starving winter weather
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| -We've been glad because we knew
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| -Time's too short and friends are few
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| Blossoms bring him home with May
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| -We've been sad because we missed
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| -One whose yellow head was kissed
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| -By the gods, who thought about him
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| -Till they couldn’t do without him
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| Now he’s here again
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| Standing in a wood that swings
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| To the madrigal he sings
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| And I’m sure, as here I stand
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| That he shines through every land
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| That he sings in every place
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| Where we’re thinking of his face
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| While we know such dreams are true |