We all rose when the pouring broke
I opened my eyes when the stranger spoke
Slowly stroke through windswept course
Tempted by the vice on the shore
Oh now the time has come
I`m not sure what we have done
Misty moor, mountain path
We sing the songs they'll never come back
Golden dream, winter leaves
We'll never forget a single thing
All aboard and gather round
Fogs disappear, make no sound
The Lord tells us no one must stay
Father threw his friend in the bay
Big wrong doing`s done
Pray the apostle`s speech around
Stolen dream as the land goes down
We [ ] sit and sing as we gather round
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