| Watership Down, gather around
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| There’s a story to be told
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| It’s for the young and for the old
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| You might hear them in the distance
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| If your ear’s to the ground
|
| Whisper it loud, carry the sound
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| Of the footsteps alone
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| When they’re heading for home
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| Through the raining of the dangers
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| And the grayness of the dawn
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| I can feel there’s better days
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| Well, they’re comin', they’re comin'
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| I can see them through the haze
|
| So can you
|
| Watership Down, gather around
|
| There’s a story to be told
|
| It’s for the young and for the old
|
| You might hear them in the distance
|
| If your ear’s to the ground
|
| I can feel there’s better days
|
| Well, they’re comin', they’re comin'
|
| I can see them through the haze
|
| So can you
|
| Oo, oo, oo
|
| Watership Down, gather around
|
| There’s a story to be told
|
| It’s for the young and for the old
|
| You might hear them in the distance
|
| If your ear’s to the ground
|
| Whisper it loud, carry the sound
|
| Of the footsteps alone
|
| When they’re heading for home
|
| Through the raining of the dangers
|
| And the grayness of the dawn.
|
| I can feel there’s better days
|
| Well, they’re comin', they’re comin'
|
| I can see them through the haze
|
| So can you
|
| Oo, oo, oo, oo … |