| I must leave you for a season
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| Go out logging that hardwood timber
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| Hardwood timber that grows so low
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| In the forest of Fennario
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| Tell me what you need to live, love
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| Do you ask that you might own
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| Keep my blue-eyed hound to guard you
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| I will make my way alone
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| I will not return in winter
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| If I be not back by fall
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| Seek me when this small sunflower
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| Stands above the garden wall
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| Fare you well and I would not weep
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| Bid you tend your prayers to keep
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| Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario
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| Nine-month blew with sleeted rain
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| And still he came not back again
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| Summoned she the hound to go To seek him in Fennario
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| He came back the fated day
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| To find his lady gone away
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| Made haste to follow in her track
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| Where she could go but not turn back
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| The blue-eyed hound at her side did bay
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| While fast her breath did fade away
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| She cried out: «Turn, my love, and go I would not you see me so»
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| Fare you well and I would not weep
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| Bid you tend your prayers to keep
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| Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario
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| I shall not turn, I shall not yield
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| Oh, selfsame serpent sting my heel
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| That bleeds my lady’s blood away
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| Beside the blue-eyed hound to lay
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| Angels sing their souls to sleep
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| Four winds grace their breath to keep
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| Up above yon garden wall
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| Stands the sunflower, straight and tall
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| Fare you well and I would not weep
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| Bid you tend your prayers to keep
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| Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario |