| Do you remember the good years in Canaan?
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| The summers were endlessly gold
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| The fields were a patchwork of clover
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| The winters were never too cold
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| We’d stroll down the boulevards together
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| And everything round us was fine
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| (Jacob)
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| Now the fields are dead and bare
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| No joie de vivre anywhere
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| Et maintenant we drink a bitter wine
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| (Brothers)
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| Those Canaan days we used to know
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| Where have they gone, where did they go?
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| Eh bien, raise your berets
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| To those Canaan days
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| (Simeon)
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| Do you remember those wonderful parties?
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| The splendor of Canaan’s cuisine
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| Our extravagant, elegant soirees
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| The gayest the Bible has seen
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| It’s funny but since we lost Joseph
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| We’ve gone to the other extreme
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| No-one comes to dinner now
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| We’d only eat them anyhow
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| I even find I’m missing Joseph’s dreams
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| (Brothers)
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| Those Canaan days we used to know
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| Where have they gone, where did they go?
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| Eh bien, raise your berets
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| To those Canaan days
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| (Simeon)
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| It’s funny but since we lost Joseph
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| We’ve gone to the other extreme
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| Perhaps we all misjudged the lad
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| Perhaps he wasn’t quite that bad
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| And how we miss his entertaining dreams
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| (Brothers)
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| Those Canaan days we used to know
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| Where have they gone, where did they go?
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| Eh bien, raise your berets
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| (Simeon)
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| To those Canaan days
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| (Brothers)
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| Eh bien, raise your berets
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| To those Canaan days |